In shadows deep where sunlight wanes, A silent storm, a cloak of pains. A specter, veiled, in hues of blue, Depression's grasp, a tale undue.
Persistent sadness, heavy shroud, Two weeks or more, a tear-stained cloud. Aching hearts and heavy sighs, In the realm where hope denies.
Once joyous passions now decay, Interest lost, led astray. Isolation's bitter dance, A waltz with solitude, a trance.
Sleep disrupted, dreams are marred, Insomnia's relentless guard. Or, in slumber's heavy embrace, Escape sought in a dreamlike space.
Weight of weariness, a leaden cloak, Fatigue persists in whispers spoke. Motivation wanes, a distant light, Lost in the never-ending night.
In the theater of the mind, Cognition falters, thoughts confined. Concentration, a fleeting wisp, A maze of fog where memories slip.
Worthlessness, a bitter taste, Guilt and self-blame, a bitter chase. Unseen burdens, heavy load, Along the solitary road.
Headaches pound, a rhythmic drum, Stomachaches, where sorrows come. Pains unspoken, etched in skin, Physical echoes of the war within.
Darkened thoughts, a desperate plea, In shadows cast, the mind is free. A dance with death, a desperate song, Seeking refuge from what's wrong.
Yet in this abyss, a truth we find, Depression's chains can be unbind. A tapestry woven, complex, and vast, Genetic threads, life's die is cast.
Biological whispers, environmental cries, Psychological echoes, where the soul lies. Treatment's dance, a delicate art, Psychotherapy, a mending heart.
Medication's embrace, a guiding hand, In the symphony of care, where healers stand. Combined, a melody of hope, A lifeline thrown, a gentle rope.
Amid the gloom, connections mend, Support from loved ones, a lifeline extend. For those who grapple with the night, Professional hands can guide to light.
So if you find the shadows near, Or know a heart that's bound by fear, Reach out, embrace, be a guide, In unity, depression may subside.
