Depression

Depression

When I look in the mirror I see nothing but pain,

and the feeling depression lets adrenalin run right through my veins.

I try to cut the circulation off to make it stop,

but then all of a sudden to my knees I drop.

Bottled up with  anger, depression and hate,

I pray for nothing but a little fate.

When no one responds, I don't either.

24 hours pass by I'm in the hospital with a very high fever.

My eyes start to close and I feel a little cold,

is that you with me? Or am I just on hold?

Iv'e been waiting for you for so long.

I keep denying that you are now gone.

Just know that I love you, and I wish I could have said goodbye..

But goodbyes are forever,

so instead I'm saying hi.

rest in peace uncle Chris

1967-2009

Written By:Kristen McGowan