depression

I am not happy all the time
Sometimes I feel I’ll never find happiness within myself
I live with pain, hurt, loneliness
Every day is a struggle
A struggle to survive
A battle I’m fighting within
Every breath is a fight for survival
As I gasp and slowly come up for air
I have a deep understanding of depression
Ive lived with it all my life
I take a puff of my cigarette
Depression too often
Walks hand in hand with a deep sense of helplessness
I feel the evils and hurt found within our society
Lost friendships, lost loves
The way we see ourselves is often colored by alter of our depression
But no matter how badly it seems to hurt
Someone somewhere has felt it too!