Depression Poem by MARK NADIN

Why do I feel so empty,
tired and oppressed
Why is my cup half empty
and I rarely even dress
I only see the black clouds,
my sky is never blue
I constantly seem to be crying
but never in front if you
I'm sure that I am worthless
I feel like rubbish on a heap
And when I'm out they look at me
as if I am some creep
No one knows my feelings
I hide them deep inside
Who am I to talk to,
In whom can I confide
I know that I'm not dying
yet inside I feel so dead
Depression has got a hold of me
and it's messing with my head
I'm not a raving looney
I just need to sit and talk
Will someone please hold my hand
as through the dark I walk