This Thing Called Depression : Part 1

Depression… Let me ask you a question. What would you feel if I tell you I have depression? What would your reaction be if I tell you I have depression? Will you be like every other person? Who thinks that I am absurd, bizarre, psychotic, insane or someone who needs medication? Such generalization! What a shame, what a nation! Oh depression…. You have taken a lot from me. My mind, my soul, my humanity! You make me feel alone, deprived and degenerated, Like a person who has insanity and always gets rejected. You never fail to make me feel sadness, Like I am inconsolable, discontented in life and can never achieve happiness. Whenever I feel dejection, I feel broken-hearted. And NO! I don’t have a lover, but YES! I have depression. Now this is becoming like a confession, These feelings I’m trying to suppress, these crazy feelings as big as the ocean, Channeled into a rant made out of pure emotions! Whenever I talk to you… Yes. YOU! You make it sound so funny, like it’s a norm. You must be so insensitive to think that there is nothing wrong. Nothing wrong with how you treat people, People who suffers every single day because of this form of evil. You make me feel so little, My heart’s so fragile and brittle, You know the truth, yet you still giggle. You’ve never had breakdowns like I did, And wish every single time to be dead. What do you want from me!? Do you want me to plead!? Don’t make a fool out of me, because I’m not that stupid. No matter what you do or say, I won’t surrender until I bleed.