Your Then When I Wake Depression Poem by Amy Kerswell

Your then when I wake
Your there clouding my judgement
making thing difficult for me to do.
I cant eat and I cant sleep

I cant stand this depression
It goes through me like a knife
It stabs and stabs
It cuts through like a knife

Your there stopping me
Stopping me doing the things I used to do
Stopping me doing the things I loved.

Your there holding me back
Stopping me from living
Not letting me get on with my life.

Your there trying to beat me
You no you can bring me down.
You have beaten me once again