Depression

on

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