A Depressed Man
Deep inside there has still to be some fight left
A Depressed Man
What kind of man will live today,
a replica of yesterday?
To stay in bed and smell like stale cheese,
to not walk, but slide around on his knees.
It’s not drink, or drugs, or laziness,
it’s depression that stops him from being his best.
I try in vain to make you speak.
You won’t. You seem to just want bleak.
And I have to admit, your future’s grim.
No magic pill to change your ways so dim.
no sudden lift from these darkest days.
Only you, deep inside,
can choose to want the better days.
You have to understand, you’ll get past this.
Your life is worth living. It’s still here, still now.
You have try to pull out of this,
you have to, somehow.
Today ok just sit and think tomorrow,
I am taking you to see a shrink.
I have to do it. I know you think I am cruel.
you must under stand this,
sometimes being cruel is me trying to be kind
Your A depressed man,
we have to change this dark mind.
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