Stories That Never Get Told

A Walk With My Depression

Each step feels like a thousand miles

When I am walking with my depression

Each shallow breath

Feels as if I will never breathe again

I grasp for things I cannot see

And pray that one day I will be free

My depression keeps close to my side

Ready to pull me back if I get too far

It whispers into my ears

Things I never wanted to hear

It grasps my heart with its sharpened claws

And squeezes just enough for me to be remind that it is not my own

When I am walking with my depression

I cannot keep my head up no matter how hard I try

It feels as if a thousand thoughts are swirling in my head

And I can no longer tell which are real 

My feet are like lead as I try to drag them along

Each step seeming harder than the last

My eyes are tired

From searching for the truth

And my throat is raw

From my pleading and screams for someone to help

My ribs feel as if they are descending

To slowly rip my lungs apart

As if they are soldiers assigned to take my breath away

Walking with my depression

May as well just be me walking on my own

With depression near

I can no longer see the people that love me

I can no longer see the friends who care for me

I am lost at sea and depression fogs the only light that leads to home

I can feel it take a part of me

Each time I lay in this bed

I can feel it claim another day

When I can't bare the thought of moving

I can hear it tell lies to those that care

But I am powerless to stop it

I am taking a walk with my depression

And I am no longer sure if I am coming home

This walk has taken so much of me

And I will never get it back