My Big Red X

by Experience Tranquility

February 1, 2015

Depression is a stigma

A giant red X on my back

Marking the spot for insults to land

And 'well meaning advice' to grab on

'Just don't think about it'

'It'll get better soon'

'Be happy and it'll go away'

People think about depression

As a second side of me

A person standing next to me

That I can simply shoo away

Depression is a voice in my head

My own voice

Pointing out my flaws and mistakes

Like I don't already see them

Showing me all the ways I could just

End it

Being announced as depressed

Has marked me

So all those who need to be amused

Can make remarks about if I cut

Saying I should make train tracks

Up and down my arms with blood

Suddenly every time I am out sick

It is because I cut too deep

And am too ashamed to admit it

In their minds this is cause enough

To silently scour me for new scars

Ones they assume I put there

Another reason to call me emo

Say I've just got the 'blues'

Where did that even come from?

The 'blues'?

If anything, depression is grey

Bleak and empty

Destructive yet overlookable

Depression is my big red X

The one others point at and stare

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Comments (1)

ritergirlFeb 2, 2015

<p>sadly true, alot of people in my family deal with depression but still alot of others in my family are just like you described. </p><p>if this is true for you i hope those idiots get over themselves and stop making themselves feel better by pointing out your flaws because i'm positive they aren't any more perfect than you.</p>

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