Depression

January 10, 2016

Depression.

It is something beautiful.

A human being.

To feel?

Or to be numb?

To love?

Or to be alone?

The questions we ask ourselves everyday.

Our razors,

help us feel.

Our pills,

make us numb.

Our emotions,

make us love.

Our scars,

make us alone.

We feel,

that it is our time to go.

But, all we need,

is a simple “hello”.

Our tears are real.

How can’t you see?

We need help.

From sea to sea.

We write to you,

our feelings here.

So please don’t be scared,

and come near.

We need you’re help.

We’re all alone.

So please save us,

and pick up a phone.

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