For a boy named Chase

Depression

For a boy named Chase;

My heart was just a rose,
blooming through and through.
As I thought it was getting stronger,
troubles started to brew.

As I felt it growing in my loins,
it began to crush my soul.
I grew faint and very weak,
as my will to live started to go.

Depression hurts so badly,
it plays tricks in my mind and heart.
I've tried to look for relief,
but I've never found where to start.

I would never wish this on my enemy,
though I'm not too sure about that.
How could these people sleep at night,
knowing that they turned my heart black.