Depression is like a storm,
It starts slow,
Beating away at you slowly,
Then it becomes stronger,
And causes more damage.
Then it stops,
And you think you're fine,
That it's getting better,
Like it's safe to go outside now,
And enjoy the finer things in life,
Kind of like the eye of a storm,
Then out of nowhere,
It hits you again,
Knocking you down,
Harder than before,
Until you're no more.
It swallows you,
Clogs your vision.
So that you can't see how close to ending it is.
And some don't make it.
Thinking that the only way to stop the storm,
Is to stop themselves.
-K.Q.M.