Depression Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

My bad, My mad, my protest
My girlfriend, my friends, all gone
My pills, my pass, my test
My dreams, My cream not done
My lies, my curse, my prayers
My rosary, my cry, my whispers
My God, I am dying, no strength to say it loud.


My bide, my bend, my pride
My kiss, my touch, my fault
My steal, my leave, my hide
My bleed, my wound, my cut
My grief, my sighs, my hiss
My four, my six I miss
My God, I hope one day it would be fine.

My boss, my job, my plan
My lacks, my slugs, my much
Myself, my honor, my man
My guitar, my preacher, my church
My story, my poems, my depression
My love, my hate, my rejection
My God, I hope one day you gotta call me your son.