By Kenidra R. Woods •
Depression.
You and I were once close.
And it’s so ironic that you were the one who hurt me the most.
And I don’t mean to boast, but I’m doing better without you.
There’s nothing you could say or do to bring me back to a place of misery.
‘Cause look, look what it did to me.
I was a girl, broken lost and afraid.
Afraid of living, but I was still giving.
And I don’t mean to place the blame, but that’s a damn shame.
I was filling everybody else’s cup, and not my own cup, and that’s where I messed up.
You came like a thief in the night, as if you’re right.
And I guess I was blinded by the imaginary light, but watch.
I’m gonna keep up this fight and I’m gonna win in the end.
Kenidra R. Woods is a mental health advocate, activist, & author who founded Hope4Humanity and the C.H.E.E.T.A.H Movement
