The worst part
About the depression
Is that it seems to be always lurking.
For a chink in my armor.
Then it strikes,
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.