My depression,
Comes,
And goes,
With,
The seasonal patterns,
I can,
Be happy,
In the,
Summer,
But,
Gloomy,
In the winter,
My world,
Turns,
Cold,
Cerulean,
Blue,
My mood,
Is persistently low,
I feel,
Anxious,
Stressed,
I become,
Less sociable,
With friends,
And family,
I find,
No pleasure,
In normal,
Activities,
I feel,
Irritated,
And the guilt,
And the despair,
Come easily,
And my self-esteem,
Plummets,
To a new found,
Low,
I am less,
Active,
I feel,
Lethargic,
And often,
Find it hard,
To get out,
Of bed,
In the morning,
Because I’ve,
Overslept,
I find,
It hard,
To concentrate,
And I grave,
Food,
That brings me,
Comfort,
But only,
Add,
On weight,
In this,
Seemingly,
Endless,
Cerulean,
World,
I look,
Forward,
To the days,
Of Spring,
And summer,
But dread,
The Autumn,
Time,
Though,
Winter,
Is the worst,
Of all,
The anti-depressants,
Have been,
Working,
A little,
But,
They don’t,
Do much,
To lift away,
The cerulean,
Cloud,
The doctors,
Suggested,
That the next,
Step,
Would be,
Therapy,
Or,
Counselling,
I’ve not decided,
Which route,
To take,
But,
I’m certain
I want,
To beat.
This,
Before,
It overcomes me,
Forever