When Depression gets the best of me,
I pour out tears of pain.
My eyes turn bloodshot red,
Then I yell god’s name is vein.
Then evil thoughts run through my brain,
And are spinning in my head.
Then I try to sleep at night,
Tossing and turning in my bed.
Then the next day I imagine,
Looks like a horrible sight.
Another reason why I can’t sleep,
Because I am in terrible fright.
When the world seems to come to an end,
I think of poems of what I feel.
I then think of good and god,
Then I pray by my bed in a kneel.
At school my friends can tell something is wrong,
And assume that I am mad.
I always want to be alone,
What they don’t know is that is that I am sad.
The worst thing about me,
Is that I start thinking of more.
The horrible things in life,
That makes me sad and roar.
Songs on the radio,
Makes it a lot worst for me.
Then those thoughts come out,
And I feel like running free.
