Depression

Another day here all alone

Nobody to talk to

No hand to hold

No one to hold me and tell me

Everything's going to be okay

A heart full of anger

A heart full of pain

A heart that is longing

To be free from this pain and misery.

Another day here all alone

Defenceless and weak

Weary and worn out

Worthless and unwanted

It's how I feel since the day

My heart was torn into pieces.

I was diagnosed with depression

Sixteen years of age.

Depression is not a joke

It is real and it is a silent killer

Depression is a stalker, it stalks people

In the light of day or even

In the dead of night.

No matter what time of

The day or night it is

It is a constant looking over your shoulder

By trying hard not to

Fall back on the sticks and stones

They throw at you.

It is a constant

streams of tears

Running down your face

It is endless sleepless nights

Tossing and turning

trying to fight it

Trying to make it through

another day.

Depression is

living in a body that

Fights to survive

While the mind wants to die

Depression is

living in a bubble, it is

Almost suffocating to death

But breathing again

just before the fall.

Depression is

living but not really living

Because you're constantly

Believing that you're a burden

To everyone around you

Depression is

those long nights

Crying yourself to sleep

Hoping the storms

will come to pass.

Depression is

Trying and I mean really trying

To do things right but

Being pulled right back under

When you're trying to take flight.

Depression is

Trying to spread your wings to fly

But been pulled back under

Only to be trodden upon

And cut with words

Sharper than

any two edged swords

Depression is

razor blade like words

That cut deep right into the soul.

That is what it's like for me

To live in a world gone far too cold

That is what it's like for me

To live in a world that

Just doesn't care yeah.

It's the stigma, the fear

Of reaching out

Only to be rejected and shut out

It's the fear of never been heard

It's the fear of never been known.

It's like you're surrounded by

Strangers that don't even know your name

That don't even understand

Your pain or fears

It's like you're trapped in a prison

That you just can't escape.

Depression is wanting

So bad for the pain to end

But wanting so desperately to live

Depression is the hunger

For more than just a sip

Of love and all its glory.

It's the wanting to really live

A life full of joy and laughter

But being heavily weighed down

By years and years of

Hurt and anger

And not knowing who to

In fear of never been heard.

It's the desperate cries

In the middle of the night

It's being so down that

you feel so alone

Like you've got no-one

It's isolating yourself away

To escape the chaos and the noise

That surrounds you

everywhere you go.