Depression

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.