When I’m Happy Be Worried
Just a call
was all it would have taken
Just a letter
was all you would have written
…to get me out of this.
I admit, I made it hard for you
I was hard to reach
In a sea of success and admirers
It was all a ditch
Too hard to climb out of.
The more I struggled to tell you
The more you didn’t understand
But the signs…the signs were all there
My laughter, my jokes, whenever I shook your hand
They spoke volumes I just couldn’t say.
The darkness is all around
I see it engulfing me
It’s a lonely place
I see it calling me
Just this last time…this last time,I will smile for you.
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Suicide took my friend's brother some months back; the fallout has been devastating. Thank you for raising awareness of depression.
Thank you Lynda, We can't talk about it enough.