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
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2006
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