Depression

I have always described depression As a sea, an undercurrent, tide

A Monster’s Home

Where the monsters roam Matters not as they will always go home

My veins transform to ice As I turn to face you

I am not ashamed But I bite my tongue

Not meant as an insult But it still hurts

all alone in this hallow home

The room is familiar Although the faces are not

Sick gnawing feeling Gut churning

Move on a notion Based on a lie

I scream but am not heard