Depressed Soul

," I say, "That's all." And in a way, I guess it's true. In every other way, It's a lie. Tonight you ask me What depression feels like. I think, then tell you That it's sort of like Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill, Waiting and waiting to peak, But never reaching the top. You seem confused But don't ask anything else. Soon enough you're gossiping about How that girl we know got pregnant. You don't understand that I am still climbing that godforsaken hill. People call me heartless, Robotic. I wonder if they realize How difficult it is to function When you're not sure if you even exist. And here I am, Dodging your politely, forcefully concerned gaze, As you ask me what's wrong. "I'...View all