Depression
Depression is a sign
of a life slipping away.
A life so fragile,
can it be saved?
The thoughts in the mind
are like reality to the soul.
A place where you hide,
but you don’t find peace inside.
Depression is a sign
of things to come.
The fear of tomorrow,
the dread of yesterday,
the worry of the present.
Life can be changed
in the blink of an eye.
From happy go lucky
to total pain inside.
Pills can heal,
but is it really a cover,
for the hurts and pains
that is held within?
Depression can kill,
but not just one.
It can kill the family
of the one it is on.
Take the action to heal the pain,
the intervention to make love remain.
Depression can kill,
but it’s a choice you make.
To stand and fight,
or take deaths fate.
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