Popular Poems About Depression

If suicide had eyes,
it would possess a paralyzing stare.

If suicide had a face,
it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.

If suicide had hands,
it would would lay its cold claws on me.

If suicide had a tongue,
it would lash the air with hallucinations.

If suicide had any promises,
they would all be empty as the air around me.

The first time I heard it, I thought I was going mad or it would drive me there very  quickly.

Depression has a way of altering ones senses. You can imagine all sorts of silly things.So when the ringing in my ears started I wasn't certain it was real at all.
It may be tinnitus I reasoned and recalled Van Gogh going mad with the constant rimging or it could just be another bastard gift that depression brings.

Then one day I was reading a book by a renowned Buddhist monk and  to my surprise he too had this same gentle vibrating hum going on all the time.He even gave...