The Hollow Bowl

Hollow is the soul of the depressed man

Non-existent in nature,

It cannot be filled

as easily as a bowl or cup;

The joy drains from the cracks,

Seeping slowly,

Leaving a husk behind.

Rest offers a brief respite

from the self-hatred you feel,

But ten minutes after waking,

You cannot keep on faking

The idea that you are ok

You're just tired

Or stressed,

Or maybe, you should recognise,

what you are is:

Depressed