My Depression

My depression is thick...like skin

like a wet suit it clings

stuck to me,

suffocatingly

tight

my depression

Is soft

and comfortable

it lures me

to lethargy

and apathy

I feel stuck...in a rut..in a spot

I cant get out of.

Like somehow I've been disabled

when I think about things

that get me down

the things that see my eyebrows

furrow and frown

and I let the thoughts creep in

of why life has to dish

me such a crap hand

…

I feel the skin

of my depression

cling

it creeps around

me like a spider

weaving its web

weaving me in

and I cant let go

get out

I want to shout

but have no voice

my depression

is like steel

like the armour of my opponent

when I strike

Im at a loss

because everywhere bings

my lashes are useless

against this armor I feel

I'm stuck

in a rut

that I cant get out of

My depression

is lonely.

Its an abandoned desert

where nobody sees me

quietly smiling

and carrying on with work

when all I really feel

is the cold of steel

and the suffocation of a web

around my neck....and I cant breath...

because of this skin

I'm stuck

in a rut

that I cant get out of.