Depression is not always dark.
At times it is grey and cloudy.
At others it is restless and unsettling.
It is not sadness that plagues my heart
at least not sadness alone.
It is anger, loneliness, aggravation, fear, apathy, all these feelings at once, constantly changing, but never leaving me, trying to occupy a space that just can’t seem to contain them, a space that threatens to shatter and become shards so sharp they’ll cut me open and leave nothing recognizably whole at any instant.
Depression is not just darkness.
It is grey.
It is unpredictable and unwanted.
A rush of emotions that are so uncontrollable
they become neutral.