Hate is such a strong word.
But so accurate for something so vile.
You claim so many making them your subjects.
An army of disembodied souls.
Floating through life.
Floating implies weightlessness.
Fighting is a better word.
Coming up for a gasp of air before being pulled down again.
Depression is an ugly bitch.
Tearing apart hearts and minds.
Imaginary lines in the sand that can never be crossed.
Blinded by her grasp.
A fickle whore you just can’t purge yourself of.
You can’t get over it.
You can’t shake it off.
Sometimes you need help.
And there’s no shame in that….
Even skyscrapers have support beams.
Depression is a daily struggle.
Know when to ask for help.
Dont be ashamed.
It’s never to late.