Depression can hurt your life to the soul,
It darkens your heart to the blackest of coal.
It can be written in blood or even carved in stone,
Out of control makes you feel so alone.
Do I waste my time in rhythm and rhyme?
Don't ponder that one just read the next line.
Now for those of you who love and care,
Give time to those who's life isn't fair.
The mind is a blur, written again,
For those of you who don't ask when.
Depression can kill whether young or old,
To the pits of hell your life has been sold.
Splattered with blood, bullet or stone,
This is what happens when you can't feel at home.
With waste of life make short of time,
Now just pay attention to the next line.
Now those of you who wouldn't dare,
This is how their life should fare.
Silence absurd, driven within,
For those of you who never give in.
Depression has lifted, leaving me bold,
You've given me a hand to hold.
Having a friend has my arms thrown,
Thanks to you I'm never alone.
A waste of life avoided as mine,