Depression Is

Depression is a little shell for the hermit who peeks out from where they always dwell. Depression is a window splattered with rain and never a rainbow. Depression is a stare off into space and you're unaware. Depression is a pillow that you've cried on and beaten when your tears flow. Depression is a mind that's empty a room that's full yet you are lonely. Depression is a full-fledged flair of bursted bubbles and horrific nightmares. Depression is this poem and it's ending rather solemn. Depression is not a walk in the park. It's a room, you're alone, you shiver in the dark. Depression is not something to kid, it'll crush your heart and it's rather well hid. For all those so depressed, I must say, I will confess, That once I too, this person here, was in your shoes. Depression will end soon, so find a shoulder to cry onto.