Depression is not an object,
nor is it to be romanticised.

Depression is wanting to harm yourself mentally.
It's wanting to wreck yourself emotionally
and physically into oblivion.
Depression is light nights and dark mornings
and days when it's too tiring to even think.

Most of all, depression is not you.
You are not depression and it does not define your being.

by Cece Winters

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The moon over the roof I liked that line the most.
Nice work with Haikus...I liked it.
......I love tea without sugar....awesome haiku
Ginsberg writes such wonderful haiku's!
Very interesting haiku. Poet which has full of patience in syllabication.
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