Depression and how it feels.
Deep inside it’s dark
No light do I see
My mind is like an engine
Shut down, protecting me
The bedclothes are my armour
My tongue a mighty sword
All things, though small, a drama
Affection, contact, and emotions I can ill afford
Daily chores are mountains
Many do I climb
My loved ones are mystified
As I allow depression to do it’s time
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