I have been dealing with depression for years now, and one of the best ways I have found to cope with it- is by writing to keep myself busy. Writing is so therapeutic, and sometimes poetry can really speak to your soul. I will share this piece of my soul with you all. I hope that this resonates with some of you and maybe inspires you to try writing. To those who haven't dealt with depression, here is a better look at it.

Sometimes depression means

endless amounts of

meaningless activity

to postpone your routinely scheduled

mental breakdown

keeping your brain occupied

so the thoughts that

occupy your heart

cannot reach the surface

having depression

is like when the check engine light

comes on in your car

you know that something is wrong

but taking it to a mechanic

seems more expensive

than ignoring it

pretending the problem

never existed in the first place

and I haven't let anyone

look inside this damaged mind

in a long time

too busy building walls

as great as the one they built in China

and way more sturdy than the one

built in Berlin

to process, anything happening

it seems my London bridge

is falling down

keep hoping for more days

of ring around the rosy

until I realize that

the nursery rhyme is about the plague

and my mind is plagued enough already.