Depression does not last

A few months ago I was dying of a disease,
Depression defeating me, despite my displease,
I had fresh cuts down my arms every day of the week,
My nightmares were true, things were looking quite bleak
I had given up hope of recovering after 2 years of pain
I fantasised about death again and again.
I hated everyone; my family, my peers,
I was jealous of their happiness as I lived with all my fears.

But now look at me; I have a smile across my face,
I appreciate each second that I have in this place
My wounds are scars that barely show, shadows on my skin,
I feel hope and courage now, knowing that I can win.
I am doing great in school and rarely feel any hate,
I look at the person I was in the past and barely can relate.

It’s quite amazing what hoping and trying can do,
Without faith in happiness I would have never gotten through
I feel so privileged to have a second chance with hope,
To learn from my mistakes, to feel good and to cope.
Now looking back upon an unforgettable painful past,
I realise that if we truly want happiness, depression does not last.