Poem?

People say that depression is like watching people breath while your struggling for air or you try to scream and nothing comes out. I have a different way of explaining it.

Your just going on like every other day. You feel good. Sun is shinning, birds are singing. Life couldn't be anymore perfect. Then the sun is replaced with dark clouds,the singing birds are now the loud crashing of thunder and lightning. You run for shelter and think your safe.

That's when you hear the wind whispering

"You're too stupid", "We don't need you", "Your a slut","Your ugly"

That's when you think you feel the shaking of your shelter, but in actuality it's you who's shaking.

Your shaking because you crying to hard.

That's when the foundation of your house starts falling apart around you.

A large gust of wind knocks you your feet, but instead of getting up you stay down.

"You don't know who you are.","Your too lazy for that","you look like a boy",

Your shaking on the floor not only from crying but because the rain is so cold.

Your cold and hurting and you've been stick in this storm for hours.

Then you hear more whispers. But this time there coming from your own head.

"They don't like you.","You annoy them.","You're too stupid." "Look at yourself,you're ugly.","You're worthless."

You scream, but the louder you scream the louder the voices.

Your stuck with them.