I wrote this poem today, about my depression. Hopefully some of you can relate.

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I am imagined.
Everything inside of me
Everything I want to be
Everyone that looks at me
Knows nothing.
I am malleable.
Everything I’ll ever say
Everything I try to pray
Every time I walk away
Means nothing.
I am dwindling.
Every image I could be
Every word I try to read
Everything in front of me
Speaks nothing.
I am trying.
Every face I’ll ever show
Everywhere I try to go
Everything I’ll never know
Makes nothing.
I am human.
Everything…
Is nothing.