Depression

Tell me why I feel this way;

I’m lost in words I cannot say.

Nothing's right and nothing’s wrong

Yet bad it has felt all along.

I’m struggling to lift my head

And even more to leave my bed.

My mind’s a jumbled layer of fog

Containing toxic sheets of smog.

My thoughts— my own worst enemy,

The things the public cannot see.

Descending on my own self-worth,

Allowing me to feel so hurt.

Intimidating my confidence,

I settle now for everything less

Than what I want and what I need...

I spiral down with such a speed.

Increasing as I lose my breath,

I finally have nothing left.

No more to see and less to be,

Depression got the best of me.

-SK