Depression feels like

submersion beneath two tons of water
but somehow, continuing to breathe

simultaneous static and cold and fire
in every corner of my brain

every bad moment blooming
to eclipse every good day

each person who never loved me
returning to tell me why they were right

knowing all the reasons why i should
stay alive but not believing them

this bed and these blankets growing
larger and larger until they engulf me in a safe
cocoon

sahaara sitting right at the edge
and calling to me from a faraway shore
her voice muffled by this desolate ocean

reaching for her hand
as if it is an anchor

using every bit of my strength
to hold on

" Kiran

This World is too heavy
Can I put it down somewhere? "