Depression
They say it is me.
They say it will always be in me.
They say it is like eye colour --
Straight from my genes.
Ever to be there.
I can cover it.
I can hide it.
But it will always be.
Always.
Depression.
They say that it’s chronic.
They say there are sicker people out there.
They say I take up space.
They say I’m out.
Because it will always be there.
They don’t teach me how to deal.
They don’t give me a chance.
Because they can’t help me.
They can’t help who I was born to be.
So I’m out.
I’m back to the real world.
I’m back to drugs
and alcohol.
Because that’s how I deal.
It’s the only way I know.
Back in the cold harsh world,
with depression.