Depression is a battle that we\'re all in together

Broken And Battered

I am broken and battered.
I\'ve withered from the storm.
I tried to fake a smile,
But that\'s not my true form.

Every little thought of you,
Is slowly but surly tattered.
While your freedom and your happiness,
Is all that truly mattered.

Every day I miss you,
I\'ve pondered on and on.
Every day a tissue,
Shed for baby Jon.

I\'ll see you again,
Sooner than you know.
Today you will see,
Death is not a show.

I\'m sorry I\'m not there,
You watch the blood flow.
I\'m aware some don\'t care,
So I decided to just go.

I\'m sorry you will find me,
In the sky so blue.
I\'m sorry I couldn\'t stay,
You\'ve lost not one but two.

I\'m sorry when you find me,
You learn you didn\'t win.
This is our goodbye,
I have learned to fly.

I love you I say again,
As I draw my last breath in.