A poem I wrote on 8 Nov 2020, precisely when the depression hit hard. 

As I felt it had been silently creeping inside me yet could not be stopped, nor noticed by others.

They grow and they grow

rooting in my whole body 

not only in the soul I cherish

but in my completely me

"Am I all yours already?"

I mumble

So calm and quiet I realize

like high tides in the dark sea.

Waves of uncertainty 

swashing over me.

"Losing my mind, I’m losing my mind."

I cry alone.

"How long will it take?

How late will it be?

The destruction of my youth 

is really what you fancy?"

I asked I ask, I keep asking 

Yet they never once answer

Such a hopeless place to have dreams

Such a lonely crowd we’re in

Cause every time we scream and cry

they turn deaf and try to mute us

All hands on my head, mumble 

"You’re going to be fine."