Depression

Depression is a funny thing
Cannot be heard, cannot be seen.
Makes the world a sad, sad place,
Gives each person a long long face.
Traps you in a world of sleep,
Makes you dreary, makes you weep.
Closes your eyes and drags you down,
All you can manage is a world-weary frown.
Sneaks on up and steals your smile,
And you, oblivious all the while.
Takes the sun away in a black-draped cart,
Rips at your spirit, tears at your heart.
Plants in you an age-old seed.
You cut your wrist and watch it bleed.
So what if its the wrong way?
You just want to cut the pain away.
Tears and blood both flow free,
But still no relief can you see.
How deep must you slice to be rid of this pain?
Will you ever see the sun again?
Suddenly collapse, and there you lie,
Is something wrong? Are you going to die?
Did you cut too deep? Lose too much blood?
All you remember is an emotional flood.
You call for help, you cannot wait!
But your voice is so quiet...Is it too late?

Your very best friend stands over your grave.
She tries so hard, but cannot be brave.
She now must deal with an unspeakable pain,
And the cycle starts all over again.

Depression is a funny thing,
Cannot be heard, cannot be seen.