Note To All The Cynics.

A poem I wrote explaining how depression is often misunderstood.

Depression is an illness, not many would believe,
It is far more volotile than you may first percieve,
It can get inside your mind and mess with your head,
Pulling it apart and tearing it to shreads,

It can reach inside you and rip out your soul,
Making you feel empty with nothing but a hole,
It can make you feel inferior to everything around you,
Make you think thoughts that you never thought you would,

Some people think thats it not real, that its just an excuse,
Others think that you're crazy, that you've got a screw loose,
Some people think when you cut your self, you're looking for attentiion,
At times it may be true but usually its a misconception,

I know how it feels to be trapped in a shell,
Knowing what you want to say but you're too afraid to tell,
I know what you're going through when you pick up that knife,
Thinking you're doing whats best by ending your own life,

So to all you non-believer think before you act,
Remember what you say always has an impact,
And remember the things we go through each and everyday,
Before you say there is nothing wrong with us, that we're all okay!