My World of Depression

Don’t dwell on it, I’m told,

I’m sure it will all be alright; 

but they’re not living in my world.

The place I’m in doesn’t look like that,

my space is cold,dark and scarily familiar,

it has no hope, no light, no warmth;

but it does have a name – Depression.

And it has lots of residents, all like me

wandering around on auto-pilot

performing on cue.

So when you speak to me from the light,

don’t admonish me

for recognising my reality.

Accept where I am and wait, hope if you want

because when the walls of Depression fade;

I’ll come back.