Battling Depression

It’s sad I feel the need to hide

Everything that’s deep inside.

Please don’t fear my medication,

Just admire my dedication,

Fighting monsters you can’t see

That some days try to swallow me.

I don’t know what’s up or down

Or when this thing will come around.

But this I know, until it does,

That people will be quick to judge.

And every time I close my eyes

I wonder if they think it’s lies,

Think I do it for attention

But it is my hell’s detention.

And all I’m feeling is this pain,

Hoping it’ll turn to gain.

And my only peace is prayer,

That God is listening up there,

And that it’s in His divine plan,

Won’t give me more than I can stand.

350 million people (that’s 5% of the world’s population) struggle with some form of depression. There are some who suffer from depression as a result of a poor outlook on life (and they can change this); but this poem is about those that suffer from clinical depression and can’t help it due to chemical/hormonal balances in the brain or traumatizing events.