Depression is a parasite Which eats away your consciousness Your knowledge can be erudite Yet the despair pit

is bottomless Ignores your own prestige or wealth Stalks rich and poor impartially While questioning your mental health Which fuels the cruel despondency It haunts the living both young and old Its gloom pervades not only friends It kills when it is uncontrolled A cancer to the bitter end There is no cure by alcohol Though try we might for that impasse Our life’s court is judgemental We’re charged guilty, as one, en masse If you’ve not suffered from this disease We tell you without disrespect Please save us from your ‘expertise’ Accept the cause of self neglect So we strive for life’s great cure And we might think our cause sublime But one things absolutely sure The hand which trumps ‘the blues’ is time

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