Depression is an evil thing,
It can turn a heart to stone,
You can be in a room full of people,
But never feel more alone,
You may think things won't get better,
As more tears come,
And your eyes get redder,
There may not be a reason,
As to why you feel so down,
All your emotions being taken over,
Like your slowly being drowned,
People think your just being silly,
Truth is they don't understand,
You don't need to hear 'pull yourself together, '
What you need is a helping hand,
A friendly ear to listen,
Tender arms to hold,
Encouragement that you will be ok,
Please don't let your life fold,
Many people have been there,
And experienced depression,
Some helped by anti depressants,
Some by a counselling session,
But no matter what,
It doesn't mean your weak,
You have a voice,
But not able to speak,
Help is available,
From so many people out there,
Please don't feel alone,
Because there are people who care!
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