Dark thoughts

Depression is the suppression of one’s expression.

It’s repression, discretion,

In an attempt to hide the oppression of aggression,

and it’s transgression.

There is no hope,

No way to cope.

It need a blessing,

But all it wants is a rope.

To elope, maybe get a little dope.

But none will fix it,

Not long after it’ll wish to quit,

To split and transmit,

From this life with a knife.

Maybe, just maybe,

If someone understood,

If they helped its crazy,

All would be good.

All could be well,

All should be swell,

And not at all like this hell.