Broken

You’ll be broken

You’ll cry

You’ll make bad assumptions

You’ll feel shy

You’ll feel hard to breathe

You’ll try to scream

But no one will hear your voice

Because….

Your head was underwater

You’ll choose that road

Which is not meant for travel

You won’t see light

You’ll feel weak to fight

You’ll become hopeless

By your situation

& afraid to face

You’ll only see dark

But you won’t realize

You would like to hide yourself

Behind your crying eyes

You’ll support the dark curtain

To win over you

This is the Depression

Trust me!!!! Darling….

It can be treated

Somewhere you know

That I am true.