DEPRESSED.
I’ve got the right to be depressed
if I do not feel at my best.
Just as I might have felt quite happy
when my life was not so crappy.
You bet I’m sad when things go bad
and ponder yonder life I’ve had.
I can’t help but count the cost
of the life that I’ve now lost.
When thinking of the nitty-gritty
I’m exhausted with self-pity.
I feel that’s justifiable
whilst things aren’t rectifiable.
My mind stays open and plays host
to most unkind and callous ghosts.
When they do their heartless haunting
then I feel ‘all’ life is daunting.
Most of the ghosts contrast my past
which makes me even more downcast.
As I reminisce for hours
depression comes and overpowers.
Harking back to yesterday
doesn’t make it go away.
In fact it acts in the reverse
making depression that much worse.
I know things in my life go wrong
but I must keep on being strong.
So now I think I really ought
to rid myself of bad, sad thought.
I’ve got the right to be depressed
if I do not feel at my best
but maybe if I fake the happy
my life may not feel quite so crappy.
B. Withers 2013
I’ve got the right to be depressed
if I do not feel at my best.
Just as I might have felt quite happy
when my life was not so crappy.
You bet I’m sad when things go bad
and ponder yonder life I’ve had.
I can’t help but count the cost
of the life that I’ve now lost.
When thinking of the nitty-gritty
I’m exhausted with self-pity.
I feel that’s justifiable
whilst things aren’t rectifiable.
My mind stays open and plays host
to most unkind and callous ghosts.
When they do their heartless haunting
then I feel ‘all’ life is daunting.
Most of the ghosts contrast my past
which makes me even more downcast.
As I reminisce for hours
depression comes and overpowers.
Harking back to yesterday
doesn’t make it go away.
In fact it acts in the reverse
making depression that much worse.
I know things in my life go wrong
but I must keep on being strong.
So now I think I really ought
to rid myself of bad, sad thought.
I’ve got the right to be depressed
if I do not feel at my best
but maybe if I fake the happy
my life may not feel quite so crappy.
B. Withers 2013