The worst part
About the depression
Is that it seems to be always lurking.
It waits,
For a chink in my armor.
Then it strikes,
Without mercy,
And destroys everything I’ve worked for.
It is a door
I push against,
Trying with all my effort to shut it again.
Because I know
I can be happy
But it tries to suffocate me and steal my light.
The worst part about depression
Is that it seems like the war
Never truly ends.

Kill me if I have to stay in this hell hole any longer !!!! Ready for the beach. Toes in the water ass in the sad, not a worry in the world cold beer in my hand :) πŸšπŸ‘™πŸ„πŸ‘—πŸŒ…