Depression
The loneliest thing I know
As I sit recalling the past
A lost little boy all alone
Wishing for peace at last
A big smile and bright eyes
Was how my secret safely slept
I did good hiding the depression
Locked in my room while i wept
I was invisible to my mother
Lost because acquaintances weren't true friends
But the saddest thing I recall
Was wishing for the end
The loneliest thing I know
Used to be myself
And I probably wouldn't have made it
If my friends hadn't helped
