Turn my pages very sofly,
as my pages can tare very easily,
you skim through me very quick,
I've had enough you make me sick,
Depression, depression yeah its here,
With me everyday, everynight, 24/7/365
goodmorning-goodevening-goodafternoon-goodnight,
we see darkness, we see daylight,
Here i am all prepared but its my turn to rain on YOUR parade.
Poem written by: Rhonda Mcbride
