Depression begins with D to some, but with others, it begins with a story of pain. This is what a depression story looks like in a poem. Depression is the howling wind on an insufferable night of rain. It's the caveat for a time ahead that may exist indefinitely, unknown to the naked eye, though known to the breaking heart. Depression is the oozing blood like an endless waterfall that falls from a knee split in half. Depression doesn't come and go, only in waves if you're luc
