The life of the depressed
Is one filled with incredible pain,
A time of continuous repression
With many dreams all had in vain.
Wishing for eternal solitude,
To conetemplate whay may have been.
The total destruction of fortitude
The desire to never again be seen.
The slashing of a sharp blade,
Going up along a blue vein,
Causing red to spew as if in a parade,
Ridding the body of so much pain.
The sad thing is this final act,
Causes the shadow to fade away.
Nobody cared about the facts
That led to this fateful day.