Depression on a Bad Day

I can't open my eyes.

I don't want to go.

We smile, we wave, we say hello.

"How are you?"

If only you knew.

If only I could tell you the real answer.

But you don't care about this heavy weight.

I bear it alone.

"I'm good."

I sink. I sink. I sink.

Depression on a Good Day

I don't want to go.

But I'm going anyway.

I may not smile but I show up.

My heart feels heavy,

but I can hear it beating.

I. Am. Alive.

I. Am. Here.

My shoulders are strong enough to carry this weight.

I resist the gravity.

I rise. I sink. I rise.