Defeated

The body is only a lifeless shell

mirroring movement it has done before.

The soul is so small

you need a microscope to attempt looking for it.

The posture is slumped and lacklustre

at each presentation so ill prepared in hygiene routines.

The eyes only stare blankly

as you speak and blink once slowly meaning “I know”.

They have no will to live

and everything about them speaks volumes.

I was once a part of this walking dead

and know just how hard it is to crawl back

from such a devastating depression.