Depression never laughs.
A smile, it does not wear.
You could even be dying.
Depression doesn't care.
Depression takes the things in life
as neither sad nor sweet,
Never wants to change it,
just trods on, with sore feet,
Over hills of obstacles
and over plains of trying
Nver stops, just passes by,
sometimes you'd see it crying.
Depression feels insignificant
when really, it's humongous
Killing so many people . . .
Who houses it among us?
By Blu, 12/5/01