Depression is a war. A battle against yourself. Every thought is a bullet. Every movement is a punch. Every word is a stab in the heart. Depression is a thief. It steals everything you once had. Everything left behind is the things that you keep trapped. Depression is a murder. It killed the girl I used to be. I look in the mirror and I see this thing. Depression is a zombie. You're alive but you're dead. You're unaware of what's happening. You're the walking dead. Depression is a nightmare. You wake up into a hell. You're afraid of living. Everything seems impossible to bear. Depression is an ocean. A sea of emotions. You're drowning everyday. However, you're never saved. Depression is a bottomless pit. Never ending pain. Never ending struggles. There is no light. There is no escape. Depression is a war. A constant battle within yourself. I think I might surrender for I had enough. Depression is a war. You either win. Or you die trying. And I'm afraid to say I'm losing.