Blue and Grey of My Walls

How could you tell them? That you can't take it anymore; That you're drowning Into the depth of depression And unhappiness; That you can't see straight; That no therapist could feel you Or no priest could heal you I can't breathe Help me now! I've seen people giving up But the stupid pride And fear in the guts Pull the strings Which may not hold longer Making me wish to get that final contentment! Then I remember saying, "La vie est belle" But wish I could tell To that little girl That sometimes it's a living hell So choose your path wise Which leads to mindfulness, Happiness,no cage, No rage, 'cause, La vie est belle!