Glue

Depression sticks like glue. It sticks like sap on a tree in the middle of winter. It sticks like the rain sticks to leaves after it poors. Depression sticks like glue and it does not go away. It doesn't go away until I'm asleep. It doesn't go away until I'm greening out on a bathroom floor. It doesn't go away forever. Depression sticks like glue. That means. There's nothing much I can do.