Depression Poem by Jay Oliver

That feeling of suffocation,
And surefire isolation.
When you don't know adoration,
For the one who loves you his name is Satan.

Not knowing if you're up or down,
And not caring if there are people around.
All you know if you're about to drown.
With all your luck you'll end up facedown
in the mud with a clowns,
arm pushin you deeper,
into the sleeper, position.

That feeling:
Medically called depression,
Psychologically called reason,
Parentally called weakness,
Socially called reject;
Nobody understands.

Always two sides to a story,
One side Chemical, Other is Environmental,
Everyone's got at least a little
Still, you're all by yourself.