A site so blue
Without depression life would be hell,
never stumbling to have eventually fell,
never reached up to grab a grip,
never felt the feeling of the slip.
We would be missing a lesson to have learned,
the feeling of depressions color so burned.
Forcefully etching its blueish tint deep,
while the other feelings quietly sleep.
To the depression that covers me well,
because of which, many times I fell.
Fearing a falling sense and of coming doom,
sitting alone with you in this room.
I hesitate to speak truth of you,
while surrounded by this color so blue.
Your brightness blinds the lessons to learn,
I\'m lost in the color of depressions concern.
The longer you force me to tumble down,
below the surface, to wavelessly drown,
the harder it will be to see the top,
and force the falling to slowly stop.
It\'s hard to climb up and out of your hold,
when your sides are covered with mold.
My thoughts struggle to grasp a grip,
back down I continuously slide and slip.
I\'m living in your dreaded life of fright,
surrounded by your familiar blueish site.
Always sitting silently by my side,
it\'s with you I often confide.
I ask the questions that bring on gloom,
solicit the answers of my coming doom.
Ponder your responses as I slide and slip,
waiting for some change to firmly grip.
So to you depression I digress,
I need your color, I must confess.
It reminds me of her eyes so clear,
with you I\'m sitting, keeping her near.