DEPRESSION

DEPRESSION

I sit here wallowing in self pity,
I don't know what is the matter with me,
can anyone see me here? I doubt,
" Hey friend help me out " I shout,
I must be invisible, depression with intensity.

I do not want to get out of this bed,
but the cats are meowing to be fed,
why do I even have them anyway?
If they were outside they'd surely not stay,
while living in depression of black and red.

To me black and red are the ultimate Dark,
a place where I have made a huge mark,
a comfortable place of dreed and pleasure,
somewhere in my mind, there is no measure,
do you honestly think depression is a lark?

The devil is pushing me to see if I'll break,
keeping me in this dark miserable place,
I wonder, will I ever get out of here?
I really don't think so, this is my fear,
depression, do you think it is fake?

It's like falling down in a black hole,
no one can pull you out, they try though,
the people that care just can't win,
they can't get you out of this hole you're in,
this place in your mind of depression and woe.

By: Cissyccr
8/1/08

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