A lot of people tend to ask
About a concept they cannot grasp
So here I am to share a thought
about the things depression brought
Sometimes you can't get out of bed
When darkened thoughts are in your head
You groan and mope in old p-jays
And pray and hope for better days
Your bed's a mess and so is your hair
You should shower but don't really care
The dust on shelves and books alike
As you wait for strength to strike
You should probably move and get some food
But today you can't since you don't feel good
You haven't seen the sun in days
You've lost count of your 'I'm Okay's
You phone is off in case it rings
You can't be bothered with social things
Your door is shut for days on end
You just don't have strength to pretend
So, here's a rhyme to maybe explain
Why sometimes I am full of refrain
And there you go I tried my best
To tell you why depression's a pest.
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