Depressing Test

Have you ever been depressed? To where you feel the sky should fall and you should fall and you should rest. As if you'd failed the test, did you raise a gun or tie a rope. To this you will say no, I hope. For I have a cure to this ugly disease. And it only requires a pencil and paper to write poems like these. So grab your mind, pencil, and paper pad. So that you may fly your thoughts to a place less sad. Like Dr. Seuss it may take you here or there or anywhere. In the sun or in the rain my poems can erase the pain. So before you buy a rope or load a gun, think of this or go have some fun. Because liefs to short and life's a test. And if you loose life you've failed the test. So run your race and sprint your best!

Dedicated to Mackenzie
-My friend that needed a poem-