As someone with chronic depression,

something like this really matters to me.

When the depression hits like a trained dog,

it feels as if my skin has melted into my bedsheets.

The simple act of getting up in the morning

becomes a pain filled chore.

I peel away the bedsheets like an extra layer of skin,

a bandage sewn into my flesh.

 

There is no hiding from this.

It will happen again and again

and there is nothing I can do to refrain from the fog that fills my body.

You mean

so unbelievably much to me.

If I was a bullet proof vest

I would lay across your chest like a star crossed lover,

take every bullet that is fired with malice.

The damage caused to my body would be worth preventing

the pain from picking through your bones.

I

would literally die for you.

Or something more

When my days are filled with distress,

and the poison that fills me empties through my ears

I would live

for You,

When I simply don't want to anymore.