What is life;
if you can end it by a knife?
I count my scars everyday;
the pain won’t go away.
My tears say millions of words;
which will never be heard.
My dad’s gone;
Now mom works till dawn.
My brother is getting bruised;
I smile trying to pull a rouse.
That my soul is broken;
I never want to woken.
“ Where are you,” I cry;
I try to numb the pain to deny.
that I am okay;
but all i feel is dismay.
I wear a mask,
so people don’t ask.
I stay strong;
while people laugh at me all day long.
“Nerd” “Fat” or “Weird”; “FUGLY”
sometimes i wish i could disappear.
Now I jump and fly;
right into heaven eyes.
This is my depression session!
Please take this as a lesson.
Depression is not a joke;
you feel like you’re being choked.
So once in awhile say jovially “hello”;
to everyone you know.
Because someone might go,
and be gone forever.