No Cure

 
You hear the word cancer and time stops, your heart starts to race and your body starts to shake; you beg and plead the doctor “It’s gotta be a mistake.

But when you hear depression, you think pills, deep breaths and a confession with a pastor and you’ll be fine, when really it’s the slow decay of all the happiness in your heart and mind.

Depression is a disease you search for anything to put the pain at ease; taking pills, writing down what you need to say, and buying lots of things. Knowing that there’s no cure cuts you deep and darkness and pain is all it brings.