|My Depression And Me
By paulfrederick35 on 06/10/2011
How do I tell you something I don’t understand,
This feelings come over me and taken my hand,
Into a journey that you cannot see,
This is the story of my depression and me.
I am on top of the world and soaring so high,
Nothing can darken this summer blue sky,
Everyone’s smiling and jumping about,
I am joining in but covered in doubt.
Can not stop worrying or these thoughts in my head.
Sometimes these thoughts tell me I am better off dead.
I will try not to believe them and will struggle to find,
A way out of this motion and maze in my mind.
I thought money was the answer or power and wealth,
This was the key to good mental health.
But the more that I get and the more that I see,
I think I find the trouble is me.
So I am asking for help but who do I see,
To tell someone what’s troubling me.
I would like to tell you but you may not understand,
If you have never been to this horrible land.
So I lay here in my bed with pen and paper and thoughts in my head,
To find an answer to this feeling I dread.
So if I am quiet or shutting you out,
Try not to worry because I am just figuring out,
A way to cope and a way to get through,
I really do not mean to be bad at you.
Sorry if I upset you with the things you can see,
But this is the story of my depression and me.
© By paulfrederick35 On 6/10/2011 9:22:58 AM