My Anti-Depressant

Feeling the pain,
it stings like hell,
I feel so lonely,
can't you tell?

I'm stuck in a life,
of depression and hate,
a feeling so horrible,
no more I can take.

Slit my wrists,
to help the stress,
to relieve the pain,
it's a bloody mess.

And here I sit,
alone on this bed,
having hopes,
of wishing I was dead.

Life is a pain,
and a struggle too,
but I'm holding on,
because I have you.

You're the one,
who helps me through sorrow,
you help me focus,
on a better tomorrow.

You're my antidepressant,
my drug of hope,
that helps me live,
and helps me cope.

You dry away tears,
that fall from my eyes,
without you honey,
my soul would die.

So when I'm upset,
or feeling down,
I know where to go,
to get rid of my frown.

With you,
the pain relieves,
you're the one,
that helps me believe.

That I can survive this life,
I can be strong,
because with you here,
there's nothing wrong.