I'll be happy as a kitten when I leave depression
I will no longer have to cry out for overbearing attention
No longer sulk when no one understands
No longer feel the want of holding a hand
I'm getting more mentally fit, I'm reading books
Buying flowers and hanging clothes on hooks
My life is changed around, everything is subtle and new
But I need help from a lot of people, from them and you
To get me through this horrible mood, to show me a new view
I should be allowed to share my thoughts
Send roses and forget-me-nots
This will never happen to me
Because I am being oppressed mentally
And I am being forgotten relentlessly
I hardly utter a word in this gigantic city
I never shake hands with the giving tree
Depression, I will never get through this
I will never get to experience my first kiss
So I will lay down, and read, sleep in bliss...