I am a prisoner

Of my depression.

The cold grasp

Of its unyielding hands

Leaves me lying awake,

Staring into nothing

All night.

I am a prisoner

Of my own mind.

Trapped, inside of

Myself,

Is something important,

Something meaningful.

But I have yet to

Find it.

That's the key though,

Isn't it?

Focus on yourself,

Work on yourself,

Try for yourself.

But myself is distracting,

Myself is troublesome,

Myself is problematic.

I am a prisoner

Of the depression

We all must feel

At some point.

Different from others,

Mine has not changed.

But I do not lose

Hope.

I am a prisoner

Of my own depression.

But I cannot,

Will not,

Let it control me

Any longer.

I am breaking

Free.