Depression is lonely.
No one sees the grief you feel
Or the chasm in your heart.
No one gives you time to heal
Or any room to start.
No one hears the toxic thoughts
That swirl inside your head.
No one feels those subtle shots
That make you wish for death.
Every time you look for aid,
It's nowhere to be found.
Even friends who promise made
Have left you there to drown.
Now you wonder where to go,
You wonder, "what's my fate?"
But soon you'll see that once you know
It just might be too late.
