Depression, The Leech

It will come, day or night.

Time does not matter.

What you have done,

What you are doing,

What you will do

With your life

Does not matter.

How you ‘should’ feel

Does not matter.

Joy will be taken.

Happiness will be taken.

Satisfaction will be taken.

Leaving you a numb, rotten shell.

It is a leech!

Every chance it gets, it feasts.

There is no logic, there is no reason.

Only hunger-

And you, the feast.

You think you have it beat

Then it rears its ugly head

The feast begins anew.

There is no clear answer

To beating such pain.

The one thing you cannot do

Is give in, surrender to the beast.

You must starve it, deprive it

Of nourishment.

Fill yourself with joy.

Fill yourself with happiness.

Fill yourself with satisfaction.

It make take a day, a month,

a year, or longer.

Now, time does matter.

What you have done,

What you are doing,

What you will do

With your life

Does matter!

You will feel

Like you should!

I can assure,

You will be okay.

Originally published at https://theprimacyofpolitics.blogspot.com.