depression

 

depression is a darkness,

 always above your head.

   not many talk about it,

   so I thought maybe instead

    of pretending life’s all great,

     I’d tell my simple truth:

      that I’m a mental mess.

       now I’ll leave the rest up to you,

        to determine what

         you will go and do.

 

          the world needs to know:

           that we’re all a little sad.

            but some people

             can never find the end.

              sadness is a maze

               without a lock or key

                a maze of therapy,

                 medication and pain-

                  that often seem to be

                   a plain and simple dead end.

 

                    it’s hard to understand,

                     if you’ve never woken up

                      feeling- like a darkness

                       is holding you down.

                        the darkness isn’t real though,

                         it’s all in your head

                         and the darkness inside,

                          won’t ever let you win.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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