What Depression is REALLY like
As you walk toward the light
At the end of the tunnel
It gets smaller.
And so you are running,
Running like the mad woman you are
Trying to get there before it's gone.
But it's too late.
The light is gone.
You are left walking in the darkness,
Not sure where you are going,
Constantly running into walls
Because you cannot tell where they are.
The silence is crushing,
You feel claustrophobic,
You cannot breathe.
You have scrapes on your body,
But you can't even tell how deep they are
In this darkness.
So you give up.
Bruised and bleeding,
you lay down on the concrete floor
with the rats and the centipedes and give up.
Your fight is already lost.
Your only consolation
Is knowing that eventually
The end will come,
And when it does
It will bring the light.