It jumps at you when you're least prepared,
Brings you to your knees in despair.
Will twist your mind will bend reality.
Will get you asking,
'What the hell is wrong with me?'
Your friends will offer words of advice,
But they all seem not to understand its grip that's
Like a vice.
It will drive you to solitude,
It will eat you up and spit you out.
Until in despair you loose what your life is all about.
You search and search to get back to reality,
Before you become a number,
Or another fatality!
Close your eyes and chase those demons from your mind.
Think of it as any illness and the cure your sure to find.
You are not a nutter, it is not an endless abyss
It is a small piece of you that's broken,
To be mended with a kiss.
A close and listening friend ,
To understand not judge
Is the plaster that you need
a plaster known as love.
It will haunt you now and then this scar of life you bare.
But look up, not down for help, as I am always here.
As a long time sufferer of depression and mental illness. I would like to just say a little bit of love goes a long way to picking people up. I am grateful for all those friends that have and still do.
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