They told me That depression hits you In the dark hours of night During the ticking of clock, And hooting of owls; But it hits me When I’m smiling ear to ear, Reminding me, That happiness ain’t for me. I remember The first accident that I had, When my heart stopped pumping blood in my veins; My throat got choked, And it was getting harder for me to breathe. Oh, the dumb me couldn’t realize That this is how anxiety visits you; It knocks the air out of your lungs, And punches you Hard; Right in the stomach. Depression breaks you, Twists you, Until you are gasping for breath; But darling, remember, Broken crayons still color; And no matter what hits me, No matter what breaks me, I’ll still fly And I’ll fly high with my broken wings.