Invisible pain of depression is real
Always flying high without any control of what I actually feel
Don’t know which way is up or if I’m progressing ahead
I’m in a fog, glistening mist of rain as I pull the cover over my head laying in bed
It feels like a tornado is ripping through my brain
Causing so much destruction and chaos, causing so much pain
To have this guilt I carry with me everyday
Trying to control my emotions and feelings in any way
One minute (happy)
One minute (sad)
One minute (angry)
One minute (numb)
Have I succumbed my weaknesses
Have I given it all up
Should I just quit while I’m ahead
Or should I make a stand and rise above
This doesn’t define me or who I strive to be
This is ME
Its who God intended me to be
I live with my heart on my sleeve
I love everyone unconditionally
I am brave
I am loved
I am damaged
             I am Depression