Severe Depression: It is what it is
Today I’m glad I’m here alive,
But what do I feel is a question,
I know I’m planning to survive,
Accepting any suggestion.
I’m tired, thinking all the time,
But of what I do not know,
I’ve always said that I’ve been fine,
Pretending like a show.
Its time to face the demons now,
I’ve always hidden them well,
Accept the help to show me how,
I need to escape this hell.
Small steps taken every day,
Acknowledge my illness is real,
Finally I can admit and say,
I need time and help to heal.
By Clarissa Strickland