Then, all at once, the crushing tidal wave of life shoves you to the surface

The sky is blue, not gray, today

A child at the park

A little yellow flower

This packed a wallop

i ain't reading all that

i'm happy for you tho

or sorry that happened

edit: this is cute tho

Good shit. Solid theme and execution.

Feedback wise, the images of ‘life’ feel hackneyed in comparison to the creative symbolism of depression.

The fifth line uses ‘it’ as depression’s pronouns instead of ‘he’. (Unless you were trying to say that the situation without depression will be more lonely than anything else, but that doesn’t quite fit thematically.)