the thing about depression
is that it comes quietly
on cats’ paws
and then just as quietly
begins to choke you
and before you realize it
you are walking barefoot
on mangled glass
leaving a trail of blood
wherever you go . . .
if you go at all
stay home, girl
stay in bed
stay don’t move
just linger
with barely a breath of life
just stay
the thing about depression
is that it dresses like a savior
keeping you safe from the loud stomping world
but behind those soft hands
lives the cold heart of a strangler
do you fight
or do you lay in the lying arms
of your armageddon?
sometimes the choice is so hard . . . .
StoryGirl 