That song of hope
it fills my soul
i can see clear for the next
day or two

It comes back gradually
sometimes i don't even
know it's there
It creeps back into my brain,
my body

The next few days are hell
waking up in the early morning
only to want to fall back asleep
Looking in the mirror
and only wanting to die

Soon the feeling of self hatred
takes over and i flirt
with the idea of scuicide
But nobody can know this secret i hide

Soon i'll feel okay
but only for a little while
because the cycle as i know
it will start over again.

uder pressure

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depression-84/