No I was not depressed when I wrote this. I just wrote the poem to write it I guess you could say. I hope you like it and review the next few poems I will post are my favorite poems so keep a look out for them
Depression
Depression is black thunder clouds on a stormy night
It tastes disgusting like a burnt cookie dipped in sour milk.
It smells scentless like a dead flower with no hope of coming back to life to bloom.
And reminds me of the never-ending sad sky at night.
It sounds faint like an echoing voice inside yourself beating rapidly at your heart.
Depression makes me feel like life has ended in the mist of all living nature.