Depression

You,
Are not depressed,
You're just sad,
When this,
Is what the world tells you,
You start to believe that.

Other people,
Have it worse,
But tragedy isn't a race,
No one's trying to come first.

Come on,
Cheer up,
Don't be a spoil sport,
You're used to hearing this,
You're used to the retort.

But what you often don't hear,
Is what you should be hearing,
I understand what you're going through,
I empathise with the feeling.

See,
You're not just thinking about yourself,
When you're depressed;
Your whole world is crumbling down upon you,
It's a mountain of stress.

You're making a mountain out of a mole hill,
This is nothing, they'd say;
But nobody understands,
That you're having a rough day.

No one wants to listen,
How your step daddy abused you last night,
You live in a house of hate,
No one wants to listen how you were raped,
How your own fucking uncle scarred you,
When you were eight.

Depression isn't about sadness,
No these things don't just make you sad,
It's bad,
I know,
You think about it all the time,
You think until you can't think,
Anymore.

At one point,
You can't take it,
The laughing world,
Leaves you vacant.

You get used to it,
Mommy and daddy fighting;
That's how they show love to each other,
Even if it's a bit frightening,
At least that's what you,
So that you don't weep;
When they're too busy,
To sing you to sleep.

You're used to the world,
Denying depression,
It's the same fucking words,
A useless procession,
It's all in your head,
Don't cry,
Just go to bed,
Sleep on it,
You'll be alright,
Sleeping makes it better,
Trust me,
Goodnight.

So one day,
You start to believe that,
Perhaps sleep is the answer,
On your table you sat;
You wrote on a page,
A diary of sorts,
I am tired of it all,
I'm tired of the retorts;
And then you take the advice,
You decide to sleep,
You go to bed
And you let the world weep..