Depression is like a storm
It starts slow,
Eating away at you slowly,
Then it becomes stronger,
And causes more damage.
Then it stops,
And you think you're fine,
That its getting better.
Like it's safe to go outside now,
Kind of like the eye of the storm.
Then out of nowhere,
It hits you again
Knocking you down,
Over and over again.
Until you're no more.
It swallows you,
Clogs your vision
So you can't see,
How close ending it really is
And some don't make it
Thinking the only way
To stop the storm,
Is to stop themselves.
