The Deadly Cycle

People sometimes feel bad,
And really sad,
They don't know where to turn,
So they talk to you,
They say they're depressed,
And that they're a mess,
But in time you will grow,
And you will learn,
What it is like to know,
That someone you care about is so tore up,
And you don't know what it's about,


You cry and yell along with them,
But in a matter of time,
You get sick of hearing what they say,
Without being able to help,
Everything you say to them only makes them sadder,
You wish you could shrink into ablivion,
But you can't hide that matter,


What they feel inside,
Has mades it's way to you,
And now you have  no one to turn to,
You get mad and sad,
You try to talk to your dad,
But he doesn't listen,
Your friend is a mess,
And you are too,
You both walk around with your eyes on your shoes,
And don't know what to do,


This is a cycle,
That can't be broken,
It is the cycle of DEPRESSION,
You don't know how to escape,
It is draggin you further and further down,
Your drowning now,
You are so sad,
And very very mad,


You decide one night that you can't take it,
And you grab the knife,
As you try to shake the feeling of saddness,
You press it to your skin,
And you finally find happiness,
Your dead now and you don't have to worry,
Your not sad or mad anymore,
You are as free as a bird,


However your death has caused your mother and father sorrow,
So now by this time tomorrow,
They will join the cycle,
The cycle that kills many,
And still is not content.