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.