Written when I was suffering from depression - my view of what the world thinks about it. |
The world, how it seems Like a cold and dark place, No one understands Why tears flow down my face. There's no one to talk to Who can comfort and care, They're all tired of hearing Of the sadness I bear. They've tried to be helpful putting up with my tears, But "enough now," they say, "Time to move on from here." "Yes, it’s been long enough Your depression should end, Put a smile on your face,” say my well-meaning friends. But I can’t snap my fingers And make everything right, Nor can I in a minute Go from darkness to light. One step forward I go But then two more steps back, I just can’t get ahead Is there something I lack? “Your faith is too weak,” A friend told me one day. No, I still turn to God, Through my tears, I still pray. They should not try to fix me Or move dark clouds away, Instead show understanding By what they do and say. Just a cup of cold water Such a small thing to do, But it eases my burdens And refreshes me too. If I had diabetes Or if cancer was mine They'd send cards and bring food And make sure I felt fine. All I want is compassion, A card that shows they care Just a smile and a hug And my illness, help bear. But instead I must suffer And alone I must trod But alone, I'm not really I'm in the arms of God. |