Gabby Chisamore

To all the people out there who have never suffered from a mental illness.
You are so fucking lucky.
You are so lucky that you don't have to experience the feeling of waking up,
After weeks of freedom,

Depression is like climbing a rock wall.
Just when you are almost at the top,
You lose your footing.
And you fall.
All the way back down to the bottom. 

But you dust yourself off 
And try again. 

You are addictive,
A drug I can't quit.
You give me a high 
that I keep chasing.

You make it stop.
All the bad things.
Gone.

Every little voice whispering mean things in my ear,
Gagged and secured away.