Do you have any idea What it's like to be depressed? Always unhappy, anxious,sad regularly Feeling stressed. Every day is the same nothing ever bright your brain tired,ill and fried Constantly wanting to fight. Hoping you never awake the next day caring less what people think Or what they may say. Visiting doctors to be fed with pills watching all around you Attending with ills. Nothing means anything no interest in life wondering what it's like To be cut with a knife. Planning your demise each new day dreaming of wars And skies of Gray. Waiting for the time when you can finally rest your mind will stop working Failing the test. People all around you staring at your shell personal hygiene is forgotten Beginning to smell. Don't care what you look like shabby and forlorn wearing old clothes Tattered and torn. Days and nights the same cannot concentrate tears flowing wildly Humanly a state. Who cares for you? More people than you know there is help out there To make you grow. Don't suffer in silence as millions do there are ways to the light To take you from the blues.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.