Writing about depression - is this too dark?

I write a lot about mental health and darkness. Sometimes I wonder if it's "too much" for an audience. Would appreciate thoughts on both the craft AND whether this crosses any lines.

Inventory

I am running low on myself.
The cabinet where I keep
the parts of me that function
has dust on every shelf.

I open jars labeled ENERGY,
MOTIVATION, WILL TO RISE -
all empty, lids still on,
as if they've never been opened.

Perhaps they haven't.
Perhaps I came with empty jars
and everyone else got theirs pre-filled
and I have spent my whole life
pretending to pour from nothing.

The cabinet door doesn't close right.
One hinge is coming loose.
I should fix it
but the tools are in a drawer
I no longer open.

Is this too bleak? I don't want to trigger anyone but this is genuinely how it feels sometimes and I think there's value in naming it.

First: this is powerful, unflinching, and true. It doesn't cross any lines - it names an experience that needs naming.

Poetry has always been a space for the dark. Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, countless others wrote about depression and despair. You're in good company.

On craft: the extended metaphor is sustained beautifully. "Pretending to pour from nothing" is a line I wish I'd written. And the ending - the drawer you no longer open - creates such a vivid sense of the exhaustion of depression, where even fixing things feels impossible.

Small note: "I am running low on myself" is good, but I wonder if something more concrete would hit harder. What specifically are you running low on? But that's minor - this poem works.

Keep writing the dark stuff. We need it.

Thank you both - I was nervous about sharing this but you've made me feel like it has value. The feedback about possibly showing instead of telling in that one line is helpful too.

VelvetPen - "it made me feel less alone" is exactly why I write these. If one person sees themselves and feels less alone, the vulnerability is worth it.

As someone who also writes about mental health: this isn't too dark. This is honest.

The "jars came empty" image hit me hard. That feeling of lacking something fundamental that everyone else seems to have - you've captured it perfectly.

I think the only line I'd reconsider is "everyone else got theirs pre-filled" - could this be shown rather than stated? Maybe a glimpse of watching others function easily? But that might overcomplicate a poem that works because of its tight focus on the self.

Thank you for sharing this. It made me feel less alone.