Depression

By: Tom Morgan

i dont worry about my dying
no one else wories about me crying
for help right in front of them
sad is all i'll ever be
why are they so stupid why dont they see
that pain is all i have inside
with a simple smile and wave of my hand
they all believe my life is grand
but they don't look for the real me
they try to avoid all of my pain
like a contagious bacterial strain
the will kill them all
and in a sense i guess their right
i could not win the fight
against the killer in my mind
and in my mind its already won
my cares have left my hope is gone
all i have left is my pain
so i take that and milk it for every bloody drop
and one day the blood will stop
and that will be when you watch me go
so i will leave you all alone
just like you left me inside your home
and then you might truly feel
how all my hate and all my pain
and my mind bogged down in rain
had slowly taken its toll
and in the end you might die
fall victim to the killer that i
could have never faced alone
for even with your help and care
i still would not be prepared
when depression reared its ugly head