Depression Hurts
Depression hurtsAnd no, pills cant help
Its like muzzling a dog
So it dosent yelp
Sitting them down
And saying: you are fine
Is a sucky mantra
While their heart and brain grind
The heart's crying blood
The mind's pulling up its hood
We want them to just smile
And they really wish they could
But a smile needs light
And near them there is none
For in depression's sheer hole
You can't see the sun
So we peer down by the edge
Shivering from the chilled air
Frigid air with a rotting stench
From those who died and didnt care.
By: Liz Prosser
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