Shattered

Follow me down, down into a hole in the ground. I

 dug it just for you, exactly how you wanted me to. 

 It's been over a year. 

 The snow isn't what brought us to tears. 

 The ambulance came way too late, 

 And they lied to your face. 

 I'm calling to see how things are there. 

 I want you to know how much I care. 

 I wish I could take away your pain. 

 I fear I come home to see your grave. 

 Mother, please don't cry. 

 I'm states away and begging to die. 

 I left you all alone. 

 I'm scared every time I come home. 

 We made it through the mess. 

 The doctor said they're doing the best. 

 Their best just wasn't enough, and we cried all through the month. 

 I'm calling to see how things are there.

 I want you to know how much I care. 

 I wish I could take away your pain. 

 I fear I come home to see your grave.

The truth is that despite how I appear on the outside,

I am still in pieces.

Shattered.

There are days when I wish I could disappear.

But how do you admit that to someone you love?

I did.

The look on his face when I told him

The fear in his voice.

I love you

but I'm scared

my days fade into nights

and the night seems eternal .

I am afraid of the truth.

Afraid to fall to pieces

for my wall to fall down

and you see 

me

The truth is

I am

Shattered.

"I am the ocean, I am the sea

There is a world inside of me."

The Truth About Depression

The truth about depression
is that it's more than just
feeling "sad"
it's more than simply
being in a "funk"
and you cannot
"snap out of it"

The truth about depression
is that it will eat you alive
if you let it.
It will keep keep you away
from those you love most
whisper to you as your eyes
begin to close
about every single wrong decision
that you have made
every regret
The guilt washing over you
like a waterfall

And you want to drown

You want to shrink into yourself
and disappear.

To hide in some dark hole
with a warm blanket
and forgot you even exist.

The truth,
the absolute truth about depression
is that you are alone.
No one will understand
the thoughts racing through your head
No one will see the pain
hidden in your eyes
and no one
can even begin to understand
how much
you don't want to be this way.

 I don't.  

William Styron, author, writes about the pain of depression, "That the word 'indescribable' should present itself is not fortuitous, since it has to be emphasized that if the pain were readily describable most of the countless sufferers from this ancient affliction would have been able to confidently depict for their friends and loved ones (even their physicians) some of the actual dimensions of their torment, and perhaps elicit a comprehension that has been generally lacking; such incomprehension has usually been not due to a failure of sympathy but to a basic inability of healthy people to imagine a form of torment so alien to everyday experience."