It’s normal to feel a dark cloud’s shadow
Rise above us every once and a while;
And to feel as though the sun has faded
Behind a mountain we can’t seem to climb.
To choke in the icy, blue waters of
Sadness; struggling for gasps; struggling to grasp
A hold; to relieve of that depression.
And somedays we wish we would just drown;
But breathe, still, no matter to the struggle.
So we harm ourselves to satisfy needs;
To feel a control over our own lives
And unoppressed by the world around us.
To remind us that we can hurt ourselves;
More grievously than the world can hurt us;
More courageously than our friends hurt us;
But with scars shallower than on our hearts.
Depression emanates real bravery;
Where in rain an eagle soars above clouds;
A sad survivor does so without wings.
This is a poem I've written to remind me when I'm at my lowest
that it's okay to be down and out; that I'm not a coward for not
feeling "normal". I was bullied a lot throughout my school years- through all of
them in fact- and with depression sometimes you're on top of the world and
sometimes you just want to dig your own grave.