Depression;

Just another word to describe the hole in your heart,

Like the collusion of a dartboard to the dart.

A numbness and empty, unthinking mind,

For the words that you cannot seem to find.

You fumble for you empty voice,

Because it's an illness, not a choice.

But those thoughts fill your clouded brain,

Making you restless, and insane.

Take a deep breath,

Imagine letting it go,

And leaving it to die.

Will you ever find it again?

No.

Because we are free from its existence,

Because of our strength and persistence,

Because we are enough, we have survived,

We are no longer trapped, we have been revived.