• Depression is a dark cloud.
    It envelopes you, consumes you.
    You breathe it, you feel it.
    Depression is you.
    It climbs through your lips,
    Down your throat,
    Into your soul.
    Then theres light.
    The light that fights back.
    Pushing the cloud away.
    It's a part of you, just like the dark cloud.
    The light is the medication.
    The light is the realization.
    You live through it.
    It saves you.
    When I was like you,
    Depression felt like it would never leave.
    The whole world was bleak like winter.
    A soulless environment.
    Everything I came in contact with eminated of depression.
    Now I'm free.
    The light saved me.
    Maybe it will save you too.