Somedays I barely hold on,
When all my strength is just gone.
The flames of agony are beyond compare,
As I watch them rise in despair.
I stumble and fall,
and can’t break down this terrible wall.
When will all this end?
Depression breaks whatever doesn’t bend.
There’s an ache in my chest
But I swear I’m doing my best.
Feels like my ship will drown,
without any lifeboats around.
Days are lifted in a haze,
And this doesn’t seem like just a phase.
I need one of those long hugs,
Cause it’s like my brain is infested with bugs.
I end this with a question at last.
Will depression ever become my past?