Depression

The rain keeps on falling.
Nothing can stop it.
No film, no piece of literature,
No companion, nor random encounter.
Only endless rain, day in & day out.
Sometimes you can forget,
When you're in the arms of a loved one,
Or maybe in your dreams where life is fixed.
War is gone, his love is back, no stress, no pain.
But you wake up, & the rain is beating on your window.
Drowning you slowly, like water torture.
The worst part about the rain,
Is that no one else can feel it.
The constant down pour is undetectable to the rest of the world.
With the rain comes isolation
Stifling any hope from your heart.
Eventually the rain becomes habitual.
A time before it cannot be recalled.
By that point, help feels irrelevant.
As the rain rolls down your skin,
Life becomes a pretense, laden with lies.
It's not intentional, it just happens.
The words slip out to avoid a thunderstorm.
Every moment in the rain removes the life from you
Desperation to remove the pain
Morphs the goals you once had.
Instead you simply struggle to survive.
All the losses suffered, haunting every breath,
Curing the agony alone is impossible,
But that doesn't stop you from trying.
Superficial sunshine is so easy to find
Addiction is inevitable.
Anything to escape the rain.
But no matter how hard you try,
No matter how long you stay in bed,
You can watch hours of animations & sketches,
Or spend your days shopping for things you don't need.
In the end, it's all short term,
The rain will outlast it all.