A Disease

Depression is a disease A disease just like cancer Some people underestimate it “Snap out of it” is not an answer. I may not have any open sores Or lumps that you can see They are all on the inside And the pain won’t let me be I have tons of scars That covers my wrist I lie awake at night and pray That by death I may be kissed It’s a real pain inside People don’t understand They are not willing to give The love I demand On the outside I look healthy On the inside I know I’m not The pain gets worse everyday Even worse that I could have thought I withdraw myself and put myself In a place where I can’t be seen All because life can be so So extremely mean If I go missing, then please don’t bother Don’t worry your little head Because the next time you find me I may as well be dead