Depression hits you
Like a ten-ton truck.
One minute you are down
Then you are up.
With depression
there is no in-between.
You are in a dark tunnel
with no light to be seen.
You try to pull through
Try to cheer up.
You are sick of people
telling you:
'Enough is enough.'
It's energy-sapping
And you're always feeling rough.
When you're feeling worthless
friends and family you can't trust.
They are hanging around
Making a scene.
You know that they are worried -
still - you want them to leave.
Depression
is a very selfish
'State of Mind'.
But when you got Depression
no other 'State' can you find
When people say to you:
'It's time to cheer up.'
That is when it hits you
Like a ten-ton truck...
It is sad that it is so true....it is not the 'State' we choose but is thrust upon us....I hear you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God has created humanbeing out of extreme love. Basic priciple of life is love. So do not create a space for depression. One minute of depression means 60 seconds of wastage of life.