I guess I should probably say it,
out loud so you can hear...

I look down at my work with a smile,
at the pale and bloodied soul...

Bath time bubbles,
pop, pop, pop...

Red tint
masks the once white glow...

So many inspiring people around me,
standing strong through so much more...

Is depression genetic?
or is my pain self induced...

I can't begin to tell you,
exactly how I feel...

Everything around me is getting foggy,
my soul has finally gone numb...

Tugging the strings of your puppet,
you can control their every move...

This collection of words is just a test
to see if this title of my poem is the best...

You all continue to amaze me,
with everything you say...

I'm walking down the street,
holding a baby in my arms...