Round 47

Everyone describes depression as an experience

For me it’s the longest relationship I’ve been in

We are constantly fighting until one of us breaks, usually me

Then I gather my strength to stand once again and we go more rounds

Everyone looks at depression as sadness

For me it’s a sink deep in my gut in which anything remotely good falls into

And sadness is a feeling and sometimes I can’t feel

But when I have sadness you won’t hear it, you won’t see it, but it lingers around me

I keep it tightly locked inside but sometimes it creeps through the cracks

Everyone believes depression will eventually go away

I used to as well but time has taught me otherwise

Sometimes it’s quietly in the edges of my life, observing until it’s ready for the next attack

Sometimes it sits on my chest keeping me barely alive with short breaths

But no matter how long it’s there or how long it leaves, I know it will come back

We are in a chaotic dance of life and death

There is nothing left but fighting

But I never said I would let it win.