Depression has knocked on my door, entering my heart, piercing my soul like never before.
I lie in silence feeling the pain, tears falling down like summer rain.
Bruises and scratches deep inside, so much hurt that I try to hide.
I try to function from day to day, but the shadow of darkness never goes away.
I pretend to smile but imp a broken ghost, a shell of myself, taken by the host.
I am gone, I can never recover, despair is my friend, depression my lover.
By Theresa Bauserman