Depression Makes The Angels Cry Poem by zach erwin

i saw it coming. i did. i fed on it
what became of it, wheres my happines,
i had her at my hands, dished out the flirt
i felt the hurt, crashed into the dirt, where i belong
i look up at the sky, but why dont i cry? why do i defy the truth within
soothe this pain my lord, for its too great, wash it away, dont let me lie,
let me take you back to 92, where i was brought into this world
now its time to be in 12 how those 18 years flew,
time to reveal a sad secret, too true, for the common numbers r 9 1 1,
call in that order, dont forget to explain why, because the angels are about to cry
nows it been a year or two and here i am, a survioror or sumthing i wished to never do
a rescued diver, into waves of lost pain, insane no more,
depression is what makes the angels cry