Depression
It comes in many different forms
It can strike anyone
It’s not a sickness
It’s a state of mind that
Twists
And melts
Away all happiness
All security
All self-love
It’s not something that can be measured by a
thermometer
And you can never see
Or feel what I’m feeling through an x-ray machine
But it hurts the most
More than a broken bone
Because that’s a different kind of pain
It’s temporary and it will never scar you the same way