Depression

Depression is like a hole opening up beneath you. By the time you realize that it’s there, you can’t get out on your own. Two things could happen: Either someone hears your calls for help and saves you or it gets to a point where you’ve fallen to the bottom, too deep for anything to help you. If it gets to that point, you will most likely start to cope in unhealthy ways such as self-harm, drinking alcohol, or consuming drugs. Depression is not something that you can escape on your own; you don’t just wake up one day and discover it’s gone. People tell you to snap out of it, but you honestly can’t. The worst part is that you don’t know why you started to feel this way or if it’ll get better. You don’t know how to escape the feeling. A lot of times, teenagers will claim that they’re depressed for attention. That isn’t okay. You can typically tell when someone’s just seeking attention instead of being actually depressed. If you’re actually depressed, you don’t tell the entire world. You actually have to really trust someone to even suggest that you might have depression and you have your walls built up so high that when you find the one person who can make them come crashing down, you’ll try to push them away. If someone’s just looking for attention, they’ll tell the entire world all about how “depressed” they are. The only thing that can save someone once they are depressed is a person to stick with them every step of the way on the long road to happiness.

A poem I wrote about depression called The Darkness Inside:

The sadness that hides deep inside is my enemy.
All the shadows take over every happy memory.
My soul is bruised and battered,
And whatever I do, it doesn't seem to matter.

It controls every second, every thought, and every breath I take.
I can’t love because I don’t want my heart to break.
Fighting against my demons in a never ending battle,
The walls I’ve put up are starting to rattle.

Sadness like ink
I fall and I sink
Into the abyss of my thoughts.
I’m broken and lost,
And the light starts to flicker
When I look at old pictures
Of what it was like
Before midnight striked.

Believing is hard when your faith is weak.
I hope someday I’ll find the happiness I seek.
Someday I’ll wake up and I’ll remember I tried,
But I’ll realize I can’t fight the darkness inside.