Depression

I’m living, but I do not feel alive I’m breathing, but I can barely survive I’m hoping, and yet all hope escapes me Nothing lifts the fog of despondency There are times I cry uncontrollably Waves of sadness and grief rush over me Other times I just feel numb and empty My emotions are dulled by apathy My life goes on, in a state of stupor ‘Why should I go on living?’ I wonder ‘You have hope in Christ,’ the Bible tells me Then hope I shall, though no hope I see