Depression is a tree
It starts slowly
It’s fragile
Not there all the way
It starts to grow
It withers some days
Others it grows faster
It gets stronger
The roots grow deeper
It takes hold of you
Your power starts to lessen
You can’t control the tree’s growth
It gets bigger each day
Suddenly there’s so much shade
The shade scares you
The shade becomes complete darkness
There is no going back
There’s not much you can do to control the growth
It seems all hope is lost
You have to prune the tree
You have to get access
The pruning helps
It gets rid of the growth
But only for a bit
The growth comes back
It’s hard to control
It gets bigger this time
Now we have to cut down the tree
It’s hard to decide
The tree is so pretty
It’s life is so valuable
It brings so much beauty
Will you cut down your tree
What will you do
Please don’t cut down your tree
It gets better they say
The tree will become smaller as its life begins to age
Only you can make the decision
Make the right one before it’s too late