it's a strange feeling
discovering you are
depressed.
there is no cake
not a person beside you to pat your shoulder.
maybe you're outside
in the sun
where people are
but more than likely
you are
alone.
a song is playing
and you hum along.
you think for a moment
'am i happy?'
but then a breeze passes through.
and suddenly the song
loses its cheerful tune.
and you remember
'no i am not.'
perhaps
there is a way
to feel better.
but you're too busy
tearing at the threads of your favourite stuffed animal
to listen.
maybe there are even people cheering for you
'come on maggie, you can do it'
'we love you'
but there is something perpetually stuck
in your ears.
being depressed
is a funny thing.
there's an ever throbbing presence
of someone begging for your help
to come back.
to be wishful
again.
but every minute they bang
crash
scream
you just quietly pat the door
and say
'not today.'
faggulicious Community Member 
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