Depressed Poem by David Garrett

through the years of the young
i've carried on strong through
the beatings and the names ive been called,
feeling transparent as i watched a step parent
put my mothers face through a wall.

as i'd gotten older
the world had grown colder
but i had found a warmth in her soul.

but the happiness she'd give
would be short lived
maybe i'd have been better without it at all.

you think im selfish for wanting to die
i think your selfish for making me stay alive
you might change your mind if you knew how it felt
no friends, no love and to be full of self doubt.