I wrote this for anyone out there who is currently suffering any form of depression. Please don't be
ashamed to ask for help. It does not mean you're weak, it means you're strong for speaking out xx
Woke up this morning and yes it remains,
This unbearable, yet invisible pain,
The feeling I feel is one of dread,
When sometimes I think I'm better off dead.
It's like the whole world is judging,
Every mistake I ever made, It keeps on smudging,
Nothing I do and nothing I say,
Can make this feeling of hatred go away.
I live alone; I live in the dark,
Life is not a walk in the park,
In my head I'm at war and daemons I fight,
They attack me all day through to the night.
Nobody around sees what only I do,
Nobody seems to ask "whats wrong with you?"
But I am glad they don't ask; don't want to admit,
Just want to cave in, just want to quit.
It's playing memories over and over again,
It's like a thunderstorm in my mind; no break from the rain,
It's an endless pit of wondering 'why?'
Did I survive when the others died.
It's seeing the world around you yet feeling alone,
It's when darkness and worthlessness feel like your home,
I question my existence, I don't even know why I'm here,
I dread waking to this feeling, it's a deep rooted fear.
Yet you hear 'professionals' say I'll snap out of it soon,
They are hearing my music but not understanding the tune,
It's an illness for which there's no magical cure,
Will I ever recover? I'm really not sure.