Depression

Roses in a vase

Pale yellow surrounds

Supposedly a calming place

To let all your fears out

I spent too long there

Not much help it was

If nothing I did made me care

Why did she think she could?

I would sit an hour a week

Tell her all my stories

She’d ask how it made me feel

If I didn’t think I was loved

I knew my family’s love was real

But I didn’t love myself enough

Depression: a word said too much

Just to give a reason

I know I never really was 

In that horrible, suffocating position

The roses never changed

Yeah, they were fake

Just like my “disease”

My supposed messed up chemistry

What about those 

That are really in pain?

Those without the help

That I got in vain?

Pray for their peace tonight

Show them they’re not alone

That they have love in their life

That it’s not for them to go on their own

Depression isn’t an easy go to

It should have never been said to me

I just hated the school I went to

Something too simple for them to see

If I hadn’t had told them

That the pills didn’t help

I’d still be taking them

I’d still be saying how I felt

I pray for you

Every single night

I hope that you

Can one day see the light

Hope, love, and faith

Joy, peace, and truth

Just make it day by day

Just know that I love you