Not everyday will be good, not every day will be bad. Some days you will be happy and no doubt some will be sad.

You can hide how you feel so people won't See, that inside your dying and you would die to be free.

You try your best to make everyone know, that your fine, all good and your not feeling low.

When you get on your own your fake smiles disappear as you take a deep sigh as you open a beer.

You feel life is a struggle and your losing your grip, but feel it gets better with the more that you sip.

You listen to songs that once had no meaning but now tears roll down as you stare up at the ceiling.

You want to sleep but another drink is a must, to tire your eyes that are now laced with rust.

But when tired eyes fall and your welcoming dreams, your greeted with nightmares that bursts at the seams.

You toss and you turn and when you wake you can't tell, if your still in your nightmare or back to your hell.

Wake to your window being lashed by the rain, and it's back to fake smiles and hiding your pain.

As the days go by the pain seems to remain, nightmares and struggles drive you insane.

Calm on the outside, but inside your screaming, hoping reality crashes and all this time you've been dreaming.

But no matter how hard you try to reject it, don't do it alone get help with this ****!.

It's cruel, it hurts and it sometimes destroys but no giving up as it's what it enjoys!

So talk to someone, and use this as a lesson and raise up your ******* and say ******* depression!!!!!