Depths of Depression
by Steven Bates 1 July 2023
Depths of Depression Darkness, sadness, angst, it lingers
While I absent-minded chew my fingers
My nails are gone, my cuticles bleed
In apparent signs there is a need
Unfulfilled, and unrequited
Feeling lonely and unexcited
Depression lurks but very subtle
No obvious signs I can rebuttal
Am I needing adjustment meds,
Before the depths of all this spreads?
Or is it just an easy fix
Snap my fingers, just say "nix"
I've tried that route, can't say it worked
For soon my life and loves I'd shirked
Therapy could also aid
If it wasn't already overplayed
So what's my solution? I don't choose death
I'll fight this sadness till my last breath
Friends and family don't understand
But I've got to give them all a hand
In helping me, in my support
To aid in this depression's thwart
Meds, and therapy, and friends
Peer support, and all my kins
Working, helping, all together
To survive this stormy, grayish weather
And till depression takes a respite
I'll just keep band-aids on my digit
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