Depression is very aggressive,
It engulfs my mind always.
I find it, sometimes, rather impressive.
You can't run, only hear my cries.
It comes and goes as it feels like,
Depression knows no time table.
It can get you too, "Deb" or "Mike".
Try to fight it and you'll feel unable.
Why me, some may wonder aloud,
For others the reason is very clear.
To those who wonder, it's a cloud:
To those like me, it's the loss of one dear.
How can I rid myself of it?
The answer is plain to see, I can't.
So, what to do now? Just sit
And from crying and shallow breath, pant.
It may go as quickly as it came
Or it could last a week or four.
You see, like life, it's a kind of game--
The weak lose and the strong learn more.
The only question to answer now
Is which am I, weak or strong?
And how will I be able to know
If I die tomorrow or live long?
