Cold Love

Depression is like a drug that I can't quite on my own,

It holds me close, a captive shackled by its weight,

Cut deep into me, it's the only thing i know,

It makes me feel safe, alive.

Im addicted to it's cold touch.

The one thing that always came back to me.

Tenderly caressing  my cheek, 

Depression holds me close,

Even a mother has not held me this close,

It's showed me more love,

More compassion,

Then all those that have said "I Love You"

Forsaken as I feel,

When all my world is breaking,

depressions cold touch shed new life.

It gave me new meaning.

In return for its love,

I lay shacked and broke.

A useless tool, cast aside.

Author's Note

The shackles of depression have held me for many years, this is the feeling I started to have about it and myself. me.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Well, wow, such emotion in this piece, depression is indeed hard, and a feeling that is overwhelming at times for sure. You described this feeling well... i love this part here you wrote:
" Depression holds me close,
Even a mother has not held me this close,
It's showed me more love,
More compassion,
Then all those that have said "I Love You" "

[Pratik]

It is superbly written Cody..:) But i hope you are not depressed in real life Cody... you are a wonderful person and I wish you all the best in life :)

[ATG]

This was a wonderful poem. It really shows how depression can be something hard to get away from and how damaging it can be when you are with it.