she looks at her reflection in the mirror
and barely recognizes her own face
to her friends she's nothing special
to her family, a disgrace
she's tried all she can
she finally feels like giving in
staying here means getting hurt
and she knows she'll never truly win
the pain overwhelms her
and the tears roll down her cheeks
all the pain she's been suppressing
down her face like a river streaks
I know depression isn't funny
because I've seen all it can do
the girl here in this poem?
could be me, or could be you
I understand the anxieties
I understand the fears
I understand how tough it gets
just living through the years
but there's always something better
something to help you cope
and with your words I hope I've helped
and you'll spend your days with hope