You see them look, and shake their head.
“Why doesn’t she just get out of bed?”
That same old question, you always hear,
“What’s wrong with you now, my friend, my dear?”
That million dollar question, they want to know,
It has no answer, how would I not know?
It’s hard for those who love you to stick around,
Who wants to watch a loved one only frown?
We understand that, believe it or not,
For neither do we like to see your eyes drop.
Our world around us, could be crumbling down,
Or nothing bad at all could be going down.
Depression has no logic, no rhyme or reason,
It simply has to come and go, just like the four seasons.
~ Kim Rachelle Robinson