Life With Depression (rewritten from 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 treatment'
I now just don't see
How frying my brain
Could help a damn thing.

Depression isn't a pretty thing
Eats you alive, devours your being
Though luckier than some
With support, family had come.

Accepting support I'd waited
Till I was desperate enough
Life I wanted negated
This was no mere bluff.

Damn near cost me my life
I really didn't care
Inside was so much strife
I really wasn't there.

Now I do more talking
Now I get more hugs
Now I do no more balking
Now I'm more than tough enough.