The Sum of My (Past) Depression

I placed a burden on my shoulders
as a little child shouldering the “weight of the world”
like my own impressive medal of honor. I grew up
feeling sorry for myself thinking I was already
experiencing hell, so I repeatedly rehearsed the pain
until I became that shameful torture, I would hurt
so bad I wanted to end my life on re-run, I wept so
frequently that now I don’t even feel the need
to cry even when the tears risk falling;
not a drop escapes, the water wells have dried up.