Depression Poem by Daimon Bagley

Depression
The black mist comes
Like a nagging pain in my head
An itch you can't scratch
Trying to find to find the crux
Deeper down to the place i go
When will it end? nobody knows

The deepest black, the darkest night
With no dream or end in sight
Its up to you, to pull up your socks
Fall down now, Who gives a FIG!
Get back on your feet
Start again They cry
You have to understand
This rollercoaster ride
Help is hand with the meds
Or sectioned in a hospital bed
So I ask why, why the fudge!
Has my brain got an emotional grudge.
But, help is at hand with the meds and beds
But, will it turn me Schizo instead?