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Depression. One word. Pretty easy to say. But what you don’t know Is that it controls my day. The sun rises as I go to get out of bed yet depression whispers “You’d be better off dead.” But I push through those words and I make it to class when it comes to concentration, depression kicks me in the *** So I go to eat lunch, but nothing looks appetizing depression smiles at me and asks if that’s surprising Another class, let’s see how this one goes Will I pass this test? Only depression really knows Cause last night when I went home and tried to study depression was surely there, my only buddy And although I tried to do my absolute best depression said, “I think we’ll fail this test.” My teachers look at me in absolute disgust I try to tell the truth, but depression doesn’t let me trust So instead I say I’m sick, a cold or maybe the flu But I’m sick inside my head, and depression proves that true You can’t expect them to understand the pain and the sorrow This depression is unique to me, you’d only know if my mind you could borrow But back to my daily routine, I didn’t mean to digress sometimes my thoughts start racing, depression never lets me rest Which leads me to sleep, for some the best part of the night Dear depression, will you let me sleep? Maybe, I just might Then I look at the clock and it’s almost four in the morning Depression, why are you doing this? In my mind it’s nearly storming For most are in their beds, cuddled up all snug and tight But depression sowed up early this morning, so I have to be ready to fight Some have called me strong, but that is not how I feel for depression clouds my head, and I’m not sure what’s real And there it is again, the sun has stared to rise I’ve made it through another day, to depression, that’s a surprise.

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Oct 2, 2012

Oct 2, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC

sam

Depression.

Depression. One word. Pretty easy to say. But what you don’t know Is that it controls my day. The sun rises as I go to get out of bed yet depression whispers “You’d be better off dead.” But I push through those words and I make it to class when it comes to concentration, depression kicks me in the *** So I go to eat lunch, but nothing looks appetizing depression smiles at me and asks if that’s surprising Another class, let’s see how this one goes Will I pass this test? Only depression really knows Cause last night when I went home and tried to study depression was surely there, my only buddy And although I tried to do my absolute best depression said, “I think we’ll fail this test.” My teachers look at me in absolute disgust I try to tell the truth, but depression doesn’t let me trust So instead I say I’m sick, a cold or maybe the flu But I’m sick inside my head, and depression proves that true You can’t expect them to understand the pain and the sorrow This depression is unique to me, you’d only know if my mind you could borrow But back to my daily routine, I didn’t mean to digress sometimes my thoughts start racing, depression never lets me rest Which leads me to sleep, for some the best part of the night Dear depression, will you let me sleep? Maybe, I just might Then I look at the clock and it’s almost four in the morning Depression, why are you doing this? In my mind it’s nearly storming For most are in their beds, cuddled up all snug and tight But depression sowed up early this morning, so I have to be ready to fight Some have called me strong, but that is not how I feel for depression clouds my head, and I’m not sure what’s real And there it is again, the sun has stared to rise I’ve made it through another day, to depression, that’s a surprise.