"It's natural."

Like the ebb and flow

of the waves that crash below.

"You're crazy."

As I'm repeatedly blamed

and advised to make lemons into lemonade.

"You'll be fine."

Or so I'm told

as I feel like life is always on hold.

"Get over it."

I'm scolded and shamed

being far too young to feel this drained.

"It will pass."

The worry and the fear

the energy is uses feels severe.

"You're boring."

Now I'll overcompensate

to drown out your words of miserable hate.

"Just relax."

I wish I could, but see

how depression has taken hold of me.

"Miserable cow."

You can blame me all you want

nothing compares to my brains own taunt.

"I'm fine."

I tell myself

"I'll get through this."

I lie.

"It won't win"

As I'm swept away by the tide.