Dead
So that you may look down inside,
I will make a bold confession.
I am absolutely consumed,
Living a life with depression.
My illness is a lot to bear.
At times it knocks me down for days.
Sometimes I feel I want to die.
I’ve even thought of many ways.
I’m always sad and exhausted.
Sometimes I can’t get out of bed.
My daily life seems to get worse.
I can’t get out of my own head.
My hopelessness looms oh so high.
My anger is over the top.
I even scare myself sometimes.
It’s like I have no will to stop.
Some people say this isn’t real,
That it’s just all in my own head.
I guess one day we may just see,
When they find me cold, stiff, and dead.