After my diagnosis
I told my mother I was depressed,
And she said: baby, it’s just the blues,
Just like every song has an ending,
This one would waltz right through.
It’s been three years- I’m still “blue”.
I told my father I was depressed,
And watched the tears stream down his cheeks,
With a heart heavy with guilt, I said:
Daddy, I will make it through.
I was depressed, yet the one to show strength.
I told my friends I was depressed,
They said- girl! You just need a man;
How could I handle another human soul,
When I could barely deal with mine.
I was depressed, not in need of a man.
I told my brother I was depressed,
He asked if I was bleeding then?
He’s heard girls can go a tad bit off,
When their time of the month appeared.
I said- I’m not bleeding… He didn’t hear.
Dear God, I am depressed.