My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery

Black Dog

I have a black dog,

His name is depression,

He follows me around,

Like I'm his obsession.

Wherever I go,

He's there as well,

How long he'll be there,

Is hard to tell.

I'm tired all the time,

Because of this dog,

I'm stuck by myself,

In a mist of fog.

He clouds my judgement,

And encourages my fears,

He causes me misery,

And countless tears.

I have a black dog,

His name is depression,

I simply don't know,

How to repress him.

Someone saw the dog,

And now they know,

I have the help I need,

And now the dog should go.

I take each day slowly,

Controlling him too,

He'll always be there,

But not as strong as he used to.

I had a black dog,

His name was depression,

He's gone away now,

And that is a blessing.

I had a black dog,

With a name worth forgetting,

I wouldn't say I'm grateful,

But he's taught me a lesson.