When depression speaks

It tells lies

You can’t help but believe

It knows your weaknesses

Knows them well

And that’s its aim —

How hard can it kick you there

That day

Sometimes you can fight it

Sometimes it takes a break

But usually it sits awake

And twiests everything around

Until you sit

Lost, alone, broken

And filled with the feeling

That you’re just simply hated

And no one cares

Even when you know the truth

It doesn’t matter

you act as if you don’t

Speak foolishly

Regret it

Before, during, and after

Yet still can’t seem to stop saying it

It speaks for itself, it seems

Using your mouth and your voice

It give itself life…

When depression speaks

It tells lies that sting

When depression laughed

You cry

When depression sleeps (though never for long)

only THEN can you laugh…