Mess on the bedroom floor
an unmade bed
turning down invitations because you just want to be dead
Depression is haunting memories
terrifying thoughts that won't go away
and staying in bed all day
Depression is stopping mid-sentence
because you just don't see the point in finishing
What's the point? You think
all this time you've been wishing...
Wishing to disappear
depression doesn't care who you are
depression sneaks in through an open door
and suddenly... you no longer care.
wishing things hadn't changed
yet here we are...
screaming for help
but all we can see are failed attempts
nothing is working
then we're floating
Here is the answer we've been waiting for
behind that door is a sofa
a friendly face who listens
who shows us how we are worth the time
The days get lighter
recovery feels brighter
the bedroom gets tidier
but we're still fighting
Depression is trying
but together we're stronger
depression is drowning
we're no longer frowning
It's going to be okay.