Liam Lawless

Depression

I wake in agony every day.

I take pills to make me smile,

Because I saw humanities true face,

And it’s ever so vile.

 

I pop in pills that were

Made in a lab.

They give me a manufactured joy

Or I would be overwhelmingly sad.

 

Doctors, mentors, teachers and councillors,

All have tried to help, all have done their part.

But I am still depressed, lying in bed

With bad memories, and arm full of scars.