Depression Is by K. Exum
Depression is that loud neighbor that you wish you didn’t live beside
Depression is feeling like you’re having the best time of your life
And then you start thinking about the old times
Then you start to sigh
You look in the mirror and start to think why
Why is this my life
Then you lie down and start to cry
Until your eyes can’t take any more
Then you fall into a deep sleep
When you wake up you feel a little ease
But when that feeling comes back you start to feel incomplete
Every day it’s the same old thing
Trying to explain this to your parents is like speaking to a brick wall
This is not something everyone goes through like when a baby learns to crawl
Before they walk
This is something that appears after several mistakes and several traumatic experiences
That people told you to just get over
So you try to brush it off your shoulder
But it goes off your shoulder and into your skin and travels to your mind
Then it replays in your mind over and over until you look in the mirror and ask
Why is this my life
Why did I have to mess up
Why did that have to happen to me
But some times you wish it was as easy as talking to yourself
Other days you wish someone was around to help
When depression is in your head and you start to grab at a weapon
Then it’s all too late
You lay up with the pills, or that knife, or that gun, or that rope
You just hope
That somehow times will get better
But would it really
Thinking it would get better, does that make me silly
Depression is the loud neighbor you wish you didn’t live beside
Depression is inside me
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