Depression is a feeling,
Most people know,
The pit in your stomach,
That just will not go,
And try as you might,
You might never succeed,
But give it a night,
And you might be relieved,
This girl that I knew,
So small and so limp,
Told so few,
That her depression just grows,
So now on her bed,
She cries herself to sleep,
Hoping tonight,
She'll have a nice dream,
Her hopes soar high,
Her smile grows,
She getting better,
It just goes to show,
That this little girl,
That once was depressed,
Lays in her bed,
Her happiness has spread.
