[Just a note I thought I’d add: I’m not suicidal. I thought I’d address suicide in this poem, but just to let y’all know, I’m all good!]

The depression

HITS

Like a

Punch

To the stomach

And you don’t know how to

Flip the switch

Off

Then the suicidal thoughts

They all come running

And you wish that you could

Make it all

Stop.

~

You can’t fix it

It’s like a bad habit

It starts and it tries to kill you

But what if there was a way

To make it stop

Instead of just watching the clock

Tick

and

tock

~

All these dark thoughts

In my mind

I can’t get them to

shut up

Half the time

I know there are such things

As happy times

But I can’t remember when I last

Had

mine

Where are you, memories of fireflies?

What about birthday parties and movie nights?

I need help recalling that I don’t always

Cry

But sometimes that’s all I can do

It’s just like:

I wanna feel happy

And not like crap

When I tell my people

They all just laugh

Like, “Where’s the popcorn? This is a good show.”

They all think I’m joking but

They

don’t

know.