What is depression?
Is it really what you think?
Can it be found under the kitchen sink?
Is it a grime that covers your skin?
Can you buy it at Walmart in a plastic bin?
No, its a disease.
It clouds your mind.
It makes you blind.
Nothing is pure anymore.
Your niece's third birthday party isn't joyful,
it's sad.
Depression clogs your brain.
It makes you insane.
It makes it more clear that you shouldn't be alive.
So then you dive,
deeper and deeper.
And no matter how hard you try,
you can't get to the surface,
and eventually you die.
When you run out of air,
you open your eyes.
You realize you are no longer blind.
But it's too late,
because you've sealed your fate.
And at the end of the bright light tunnel,
Heaven awaits.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
What is depression?
Is it really what you think?
Can it be found under the kitchen sink?
Is it a grime that covers your skin?
Can you buy it at Walmart in a plastic bin?
No, its a disease.
It clouds your mind.
It makes you blind.
Nothing is pure anymore.
Your niece's third birthday party isn't joyful,
it's sad.
Depression clogs your brain.
It makes you insane.
It makes it more clear that you shouldn't be alive.
So then you dive,
deeper and deeper.
And no matter how hard you try,
you can't get to the surface,
and eventually you die.
When you run out of air,
you open your eyes.
You realize you are no longer blind.
But it's too late,
because you've sealed your fate.
And at the end of the bright light tunnel,
Heaven awaits.
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