Depression Wormhole:

Depression is isolation

How uncouth,

You feel the weight of your words, as they leave your mouth.

Your body is weightless like a balloon.

If you let go, you will float into the air.

Depression has a friend called anxiety, she's a real bitch. She is like a speed trap, flashing slow down but, you can't...

Laying down for the night, in a cold sweat worrying about social interactions...

In the morning, overwhelmingly tiredness,

Just can't leave the comfort of your warm bed, and face the cold hard truth

Another day, afternoon, night, fades into two

Asking self,"when did I shower last?"

something you never thought you do...

Depression is isolation, how uncouth

Her ears hear the words, "You live in the past"

In truth,some nostalgia is healthy, and comforting for loneliness too...

Again,her ears hear,"life is what you make it"

Her mind answers,"a chaotic zoo,in a mental

health cesspool,no thank you!

Her ears hear, "you never leave the house"

Her heart answers," yes I do, but most look as miserable as I feel, boo"

The loneliness that goes along with the two

robs you of joy,

Like stepping on a unsuspecting green army man toy

Pushes people away,more every day

Leaves you feeling like there is no one to talk to

Or burden with a small problem, that feels huge to you...

What to do?

Depression is isolation

How uncouth,

How to sooth a heart, mind, from a constant battle

Don't speak with simple verse,

Use nonverbal cues

Behind her tearful eyes, is a whole universe

Depression is a wormhole,

A black hole,

A dark hole,

Any analogy will do!