before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?

I don't understand why they do what they do My words can't justify their deeds

welcome to depression city
where loneliness reign and rugged path in cold grey
lifeless air and hopeless souls
lost shadows and lonely hearts
rejected abandoned and confused
welcome to depression city
what a gloomy world we in