What To Do When You're Depressed

To Life,

Pardon my French,

But you’re tawdry trash.

An unforgiving wench,

Cruel, full of balderdash.

Sorrow and glee,

You dole out evenly.

Or so we think.

It seems you fill

Me to the brink

With sorrows that spill

Over, tears that flow,

Covering any happy glow.

How many will you steal?

Beloved going everyday,

Yet we’re forced to kneel

To you, forced to pray

With and without thought,

Lest our lives get worse if caught.

Day in, day out,

Debating your stressful trials.

Will I find the right route

That will lead me to eternal smiles?

I lay down, encompassed by the dark,

Afraid my Will has lost its spark.

In nearly 18 years,

I cannot know all,

But I see it clears,

Life is not always a fall

Into grief, and there is good

To work hard, give it all I should.

Postscript,

Do not think I am done,

You still make things unbearable.

But I will try to escape you and run

From your touch that’s so terrible.

If you must drag me to a depressive pit,

Then I will go knowing I will fight with grit.

Sincerely,

A regular ol’ teen