No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
How to Read and Why by ExistenceWeSummonYou, literature
Literature
How to Read and Why
Maybe if you read this poem
you won't feel so lonely anymore.
Maybe the words will wrap their syllables
around your skin. Maybe the rhythm
will reel you up from whatever
dark sea you've been drowning in.
I put all my memories
In a bottle, you see?
And then I took that bottle
And I sailed it out to sea
Closed away inside
Are thoughts of you and me
In that bottle I sealed
All the fear that you caused me
In that bottle I sealed
All my pain and suffering
And now it all floats
On waves of blue and white
And now all of those memories
I no longer need to fight
Someday when the bottle sinks
Somebody will find
Everything I'm feeling
That I've left far behind
..Aibfinnia..
I'm losing feeling.
My mind is eating me up.
I'm losing feeling.
I'm drinking creativity from a cup.
I'm losing sensation.
I can't tell where I am anymore.
I'm losing sensation.
I've never seen this place before.
I'm losing thought.
I must drag the body around.
I'm losing thought.
I scream without making a sound.
Once More for the Dwarf Lords by HeadmistressMercedes, literature
Literature
Once More for the Dwarf Lords
In dreams, I conjure wealth untold,
through ancient rocky caverns old.
Through carved halls and dungeons deep,
My home, where now a dragon sleeps.
My kingdom, taken from my hands,
It slumbers under mountain lands.
I promise kin their home reclaimed
from powerful lizards and horrors unnamed.
Once more, the gifts are dwarven gold,
Our wills unbent, we'll never fold!
Of joyous hymns, dwarf voices ring,
When Erebor regains a Dwarven King.