Tag: depression

  • 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

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