Struck my brain

 
Just like lightning striking a tree,
Depression devoured every ounce of happiness that I had; they say that I was chosen randomly.
 
Yes depression is like a thunderstorm; dark, loud and damaging,
It will always leave wounds that need bandaging.  
 
You see like thunderstorms we forget that the rain is a positive thing;
From depression my positive is poetry and hope to some people it brings.  
 
I used to view everything as good or bad it's always been one or the other,
never both of them together.  
 
I feel that a lot of people have those views,
But I believe we can change that if we choose.