Depression

Depression is a sickness,
It messes with your head,
Makes you feel like your 9ft under,
And already gone and dead,
For no particular reason,
You’ll just brake down and cry,
All you can think about,
Is how much you want to die,
You seem to hate yourself more and more,
Each and everyday,
Sometime you get so upset,
You don’t know what to say,
But you have to stay on top of it,
Be happy and be strong,
I know it’s not an easy thing
To beat and overcome,
Just don’t give up,
And take your life,
I know it’s hard,
But try ignoring the strife,
There are better things to look forward to,
Further down the track,
And when you succeed and go somewhere,
Don’t turn around and look back,
Don’t go back to sliding the blade,
Slowly across your vein,
Look to the brighter side of life,
And steer away from the pain,
I know it’s easier said then done,
But you just need to try,
You’re friends will always be there for you,
To help you get by,
Just remember this,
Next time you take the knife,
Or the next time you question
As to why you have a life:
Everyone has a purpose,
And your purpose is not to die,
Just be happy and be strong,
And keep on living by.

*Not my best... sorry*