What?
What was that you said?
A depression? Me depressed?
Is it really that bad?
I did not expect that
Always had the idea it wasn’t serious
And still have, is it really true?
Aren’t you delirious?
I’m not depressed, how can I be?
I’m happy, I laugh don’t I?
Well okay, I cut myself
But that doesn’t mean I want to die
I do think about that a lot
But to call it depressed
That’s a bit far-fetched isn’t it?
I’m just a little stressed
You made me promise
Not to commit suicide
Well, I can do that, at least as long
As I get some help, dealing with my inside
You’d like me to take medication
Because they may help me
Just another drug to get addicted to
How that could help, I don’t see
But okay, I’ll start taking them
Hope they won’t make it worse
But I think that still wouldn’t help
It doesn’t take away the source
Still can’t believe it, me depressed?
So hard to imagine, I always saw
Depressed people as isolated, wearing black clothes
Well those prejudices I’ll withdraw
I don’t want to become like my father
He’s also depressed, or so they say
He still refuses to hear it
Just like me now, that’s scary, but anyway
I don’t want to be like him
I’d like to be everything he is not
I’ll have to work on that
So I’ll give this thing a shot
First have to take a test
To confirm the kind of help I’m gonna get
That will also take a while
Hope this time, they won’t forget
I’m glad I went, at least I think
Now I have more clarity in my head
Knowing I can feel better
And no longer have to feel this bad