Depression seems so simple
Like a stone tossed in water
The effects seem to ripple.
And you become the squatter.
First come dark thoughts
Perceptions of hate from those that once cared
Paranoia feeds the pain
Nothing's ever new, and nothing's ever fair.
The beauty is lost.
Consumed in darkness and fears
No good can invade these thoughts,
This rain that is your tears.
Then come pills.
Little white ones, big blue ones
The magical remedy to end all ills
That everyone shuns.

When hope and prayer failed
To the blade I turned.
The little red trickles
Gave the release I yearned.
The hurt seemed kissed away.
The blade was my friend
And I began seeing him everyday
An ugly, fateful trend.

Family and friends knew not my plight
And inside I blamed them
For my terrifying, dark night
I wouldn't let them in
But I couldn't shut them out
I was stuck in a whirl pool again
Of pain, fear, and doubt.
Old habits came back to haunt me once more
And everything I thought I lacked
Seemed to be pounding on my door
As the horrors of my dreams became fact.

Self destruction is so much easier
Than realizing there are problems to face
And that with all the crippling fear
There are still dreams to chase.
Depression seems like a seductive mate.
Tempting, addicting, all you need,
But it does not give you a clean slate
And will come back to feed.

Breaking the circle is hard.
Impossible some would say
But with a little care and tenderness
You'll notice you're moving forward each day.
Don't go fast, but please don't go slow.
Find your pace in life, keep it steady and strong
And learn that going with the flow
Can sometimes be wrong.
Come back to the contentment that enveloped you before
Throw the resentment in Depression's face
Reach deep down beneath the pain, into your very core,
And find those forgotten dreams to chase.