First time poet, who didn't know it.
 

So I posted this in my member journal but now I feel like I want other people to read it. I wrote this when I was in a bad place. In a way it might really help you verbalise your depression and know that you aren't alone.



Depression is a house,
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold you.
Where the mirrors,
have forgotten how to reflect you.
Where the walls,
have forgotten how to contain you.

Depression is a house,
where no-one can protect you.
Where the doors no longer,
let you in or out.
Just trapped, buried you
deep into the ground.

Depression is a house,
that can disappear,
or reappear
at the slightest gust of wind.
The foundations crumble,
shatter, fall, crash and burn.

Depression is a house,
a run down, messed up house
that's invisible to everyone.
A lonely old house,
with a ghost of who
you used to be, wandering.

Lost.

Depression is a house,
that you are forced to own.
A burden of a house,
that you can't afford to keep anymore.
Draining you of everything.
Until you're worn out, given up.

Depression is a house,
that's in the middle of a storm,
in your brain with your thoughts
thinking, living, breathing, seeing, remember.
Can't take it.
Depression is my house.

Wow, this is amazing and you've really captured what it feels like. You should definitely keep writing!

You write very well. I hope you keep at it. This poem is very real, I like it a lot.

You're really talented, I found this poem extremely emotive. Keep it up!