Poems

Depression

They tell you to get over it,
And with saying this how do they benefit?
Please tell me how it's a phase,
This life is a maze that sends you in different ways.

And in time I know it gets better,
I am not deaths debtor.
But no matter how much you try,
All you want to do is break down and cry.

The time will come when everything is right,
And your future looks bright.
You think the hard part is done,
Because your able to have fun.

To talk with others,
We become friends, sisters, brothers,
Dads, and moms. We forget the pain.
To where we can't even explain,

That It breaks you down.
One little thing turns your life around,
To where you don't even know how to smile.
And it feels like that for a while,

Then it's gone.
That's when realization begins to dawn,
That depression is not easy.
It makes me queasy,

That someone can say suck it up.
This is the way people in the world windup.
People die,
Life is not as easy as pie.

But it does get better,
We are not deaths debtor.
Do not give up hope,
We find ways to cope.

Take it slow,
And one day you will know,
That life is worth the pain,
Because you have so much to gain.