Depression is the saddest, loneliest,
most understood monster
of them all
she sits and suffers alone
just because she can
feeding on nothing but sadness and tears
starving herself of joy
losing hope of finding solace
— and i know her pain
like the back of my own hand
but she won’t let me help
she would rather stay stuck in the abyss
letting her sorrow consume her
than change and evolve
because the unknown is uncertain and scary
so i hold her close
though she is cold
and unwilling to be loved
because i am too
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