Depression

Depression, it’s rough, it kills you.  It shuts you off from the very breath of life 

It brings you to a place so dark and lonely, so isolated from everything and anyone  

You cannot even contemplate anything else

Depression puts you to sleep or keeps you awake 

It starves you or it gorges you 

It captures you and it is an evil mean jailer, for it wants you forever  

You, you see are it’s breath of life  

If you get over it, it will NO LONGER BE  

Depression is something you feel ashamed of  

You feel foolish when people ask you how you are

I mean you can’t keep telling them you are feeling awful all the time 

But YOU DO FEEL AWFUL ALL THE TIME

Depression keeps you from joining in

It separates you from everyone and everything  

Your mind stops, you stare and drift, you find it tedious to focus

You think of ways to end it all, YOU GO FOR HELP

OR you go on for another year or two or three being depressed and then 

FINALLY again wanting to end it all and so on and so on.  Depression - it’s rough!!

(Year 2011)