Depression Hits

Have to get up
Have to be awake
Have to get ready
For Christs sake

Have to brush my teeth
Have to style my hair
Have to be prepared
For this mornings nightmare

Have to change clothes
Have to find my shoes
Have to double check
I've nothing to lose

Have to wait for her
Have to sit by the door
Have to be ready
For this one she so adores

Have to triple check
Have to stand as she arrives
Have to walk to the car
Air slicing like knives

Have to leave it in the back
Have to hold a conversation
Have to make her smile
There is no contemplation

Have to distract her
Have to distract me too
Have to distract by talking
Not at so blue

Have to hide the tears
Have to hide the pain
Have to hide myself
Show no disdain

Have to keep her from worry
Have to keep her up high
Have to keep her here
I won't let her try

Have to bury my pains
Have to bury my fears
Have to bury everything
To keep her from tears

Have to say hello
Have to say goodbye
Have to say the right things
So she does not cry

Have to remember
Have to reminisce
Have to remind myself
Of her past depression hits