Depression creeps in,
An unwanted guest.
It tells me I hate myself
When I really don’t.
It tells me people are mad at me
When they really aren’t.
It makes me want to purge myself
Of all negativity and anxiety somehow,
But I’m left gasping and grasping at straws.
I’m lost, terrified, and alone.
I wish I could get some help, some relief,
But my doctor does all he can.
The rest I have to plow through and make peace with.
I can do this.
I think I can.