Sensitive Depression

This Sensitive depression, It alters my progression, In a rather an oppressing fashion.... As a shadow, as a figure, It's always there... While Me - it's trying to bewilder. I'm the pray, I'm the soul One that will feel of most By which I will Fall into it with heart and bone. I'm Suppressing it with my serotonin meth, Trying to escape, this chasing depression. It's upmost the most oppressing, So I need to be so defensive. It's plausible to return It's up to me to try to refrain. To retain my peace is what I have to learn. I'm the vulnerable being Only feeling a lot while I'm feeling Through others, through innermost self, My conscience persevering consistently , While it's triggered ... emotionally With every emotion, every breath, Trying to escape with my supreme in-depth art, Alone in my seniority, keeping myself from falling apart. I'm keeping an optimist in me, it is hard. I adore kindness, I adore life. That is why I will continue to fight. ~Oct 2019