Depression Is Like A Growing Cancer Poem by Daya Nandan

Depression is like a growing cancer,
A problem at times with no solution or answer,
It grows fast within and spreads deep inside,
Leaving a hopeless feeling often too hard to hide,

A void forms within from disappointment and sadness,
That grows steadily into anger and madness,
It spreads like a virus as it eats your soul,
Slowly but steadily it starts swallowing you whole,

Some mask the pain well while others simply cannot,
But it truly gets bad when you get your first suicide thought,
The worst of the cases put an end to their life,
Leaving behind their parents, kids, husband or wife.