Depression: no joke.
Text from a friend
Saying he\'s near the end
Would he do it?
Is he a dope?
He has four children, two boys and twin girls...
Could It be pride?
Seems kind of strange
A call for help, attention seeking?
Seems trapped in a cage
Nothing to live for, he says..
Everyday, nothing to do..
Debts are mounting..
Is he saying screw you?
Hell, it\'s hundreds, not thousands, I suspect .
His problems seem minor, it seems kind of sick-
Is he so weak he can\'t even ask?
Easier to take an overdose!
I think, what a prick.
He knows that he\'s loved...
But I do understand, the humiliation, when your beaten, and can\'t get up
Caught in the grip of depression
Unable to function properly
Bound in your own misery.
Everything is against him: no job, no house, no wife, no life..
An extrovert, giving himself a sentence of solitude
Apathy taking residence in his brilliant mind
He has so much potential, he\'s only sixty four
Throwing himself on the scrapheap..
\"I can\'t take it anymore.\"
I, like most, sit on the fence
Not caring to look, as friend, neighbour, acquaintances, struggle on
As we struggle on
Has mateship died?
It seems a pitiful shadow of its former self
Or is it just me: I wonder
I thought about it: remember those thoughts in your head, that said no one would care; until your dead.
I survived.
I hope that he does
Because like me
I know he is loved.