I can’t get it into my head
That I need to get out of bed
I can’t shake this feeling of gloom
As I lay in darkness in my bedroom
Unable to draw the curtains to let in a sunray
Or a shimmer of light to brighten my day.
Having a shower seems like hard labour
I can’t even do a single house chore.
All my get-up-and-go is no longer there
And my self-esteem has vanished into thin air

“I will clean up tomorrow” I tell myself,
But tomorrow all good intention goes on the shelf.
Like a broken record I say again “I will do it tomorrow”
And not getting it done tomorrow adds to my sorrow.
It’s an overall feeling of absolute hopelessness,
Not laziness, just a feeling of complete helplessness.
Many times I catch myself in tears crying
Shaking my head and sighing.
Suicide has crossed my mind I won’t lie
But I think of those I’ll hurt if were to die

The doctors say it is depression
Mental, physical and emotional oppression
It can last for weeks, months and even years
Or till the day you leave this vale of tears.
For those of you that see no end in sight,
At the end of the tunnel you foresee no light,
I assure you there is help out there,
Doctors, nurses and other people who care.
I pray divine and medical help reaches you
And may you find the strength to pull through
Amen.