Depression

They've given me drugs
They've locked me up
I could have used hugs
And a whole lot of talk.

They've tried 'shock therapy'
But now I just don't see
How frying my brain
Could help a damn thing.

Depression isn't a pretty thing
It can eat you alive, devour your being
Though I'm more lucky than others
Thanks to support of friends, sisters and brothers.

But for that support I'd waited
Till I was desperate enough
My life I wanted negated
This was no mere bluff.

It almost cost me my life
For you see, I really didn't care
Inside there was so much strife
That I wasn't really there.

Now along with my RX drugs
I also get lots of hugs
Though more than once I was locked up
Today I'm free inside, more than tough enough.