Mirror (Depression) Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

I stare in to the miror.
A figure stares back at me.
The person I hardly regonise,
but I know that its me.

I think of how happy I once used to be.
It all seems so long ago now.
As if it were a life time ago.

Looking back I think why and how?
Where did it all go so wrong?
How the hell did it come to this?
To me wanting and attempting to die?

Staring at the mirror, starring into space.
I wonder what will become of me?
A corpse or a walking zombie?

Now I cant remember a time when I felt happy.
I never knew of a time when I felt so bright.