I just wish for once someone could dry my tears.
Yet, I've had wet cheeks for many years.
I wish I was like the color purple bright and bold.
Yet, I'm like the color black dreary and dull.
Even on rare occasion when I smile there is pain behind it.
My face is broken with years of pain yet I try and fix it.
Depression sucks and I know this to be very true.
With my sulky body it's everything I do.
It feels as if I have lost all hope.
Still not finding a good way to cope.
I tell you this story to fix what we do.
Maybe you could help me find a way out too.
