Depression is a pool,
A pool- of sadness
Lost memories of the un-done
The past that never was
Depression is a forest
Screams that are echoed,
Through the trees that reflect sound
The sorrow of years gone by
Depression are cuts
On the arms,
Concealing the legs with long pants.
Fearing the worst,
Unable to find the happy.
If you agree with these and you know you are dealing with Depression,
Go to a guidence councelour at school or find one in the ads of the public paper.
Ask God for help, dont forget Jesus, too.
Find a freind or adult you trust.
This does'nt have to stay, you don't need to be alone.
So don't let it.
