Time To Fly. Poem by sarah baron

i've tried so hard,
to go and find,
a place to talk,
not run and hide.

i want this to be over,
i want this to be done,
but now that i've started,
its a game i haven't won.

myself in the beginning,
it wasn't so bad.
as i see myself now,
i am way too sad.

there's this one thing,
one single confession.
i've got to admit,
that i'm in depression.

all depression is,
is a giant black hole.
the further it goes,
you lose all control.

this is not funny,
it's nothing to joke about.
i'm lost and confused,
and upset no doubt.

why did i start
this stupid adiction?
it's hard to quit.
and that's fact not fiction.

time has gone,
and so must i.
the past is over,
it's time to fly!

i'm done with this,
i'm done with depression.
that no longer counts,
as my greatest obsession.

this is my turn,
my time to fly.
life has changed,
and so must i!