In a world of shadows cast by pain and doubt, Depression's grip on you grows with each passing day out. Two friends, once dear, now gone, leaving you alone, Lost in a world where laughter no longer rings like a chime in your home.
The weight of your body, a source of mocking shame, You starve yourself in secret, a desperate attempt to tame. Clinging to calorie counts as your only guiding light, A battle against your own reflection, a fight without a fight.
Art and music in her, a symphony of light. Her soul is a canvas, emotions a hue, A violin's strings play a tune like her heart. Tulips dance in her garden, cats at her feet, Her dream car awaits, on the 11 street. Her heart is a masterpiece of her own, A symphony of love, a song to call home. In her garden of dreams, she'll always find, I wish you love, through all time.
