A poem I wrote about Depression.

 Sitting here quietly pondering all things life,

Realizing I had been thrown around like a butterfly knife.

Remembering the good times, and even the bad ones too.

Thinking to myself, what would I redo.

Not losing sight of, life comes with no scripts.

What would I change, and what would I fix.  

Would I do away with the tears, and fix all the trauma,

Or the constant reminders, it's not a period but a comma.

Would I forget all the struggles and strip away all the pain,

Or the intrusive thoughts that drove me insane.

To answer your question, there's not one thing I'd change.

If there's nothing lost in life there's also nothing gained.

I'd take all those lessons, the good and the bad,

And invest in myself until I'm iron clad.

I'd tell me I'm worthy and deserving too,

And that there's nothing in life that you really can't do.

With that I remind you, never to forget,

Love yourself first because you deserve your respect.

That's where it starts, see, it starts with you,

Nobody else has your point of view.

Learn to be selfish and learn to hold back,

And Also remeber that you really don't know jack.

Don't just sit there and fake it,

Because life, is what you make it!

By

James basch