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THE DAY I BURIED MY DEPRESSION

Writer By Diana Rose

standing beside her casket

Smiling, dark days are gone

No more tears on my face, should I cry?

At last she's not breathing

And my last words for her where funny and touchy

I begin, "Depression was a kind of girl that tag bad days as good days

There was a little light in my soul and those were dark days,i swear

Those days you wish to light your spiritual candles

Not for a date, but just for the flicker of the flame....... " I said to the mourners

..."Now I see everyone holding a candle

This remind us what we need in life, light is very important to us

I feel the presence of God in this church

We are all on the same page,are we?

"Amen!" They shouted, in different tone

"Good bye depression,

I'm no longer afraid of the dark side

Depression, I was once a hostage", I continued

"I'm glad, I'm the one who killed depression

I have lived like a poor

Foot in a tight black shoe, barely daring to breathe

I don't know who is going to inherit your fortune- anxiety?

Now tears were streaming down my face

"Right now I'm walking on the ocean of happiness like Jesus

Happy is a decision,

Farewell depression

Your bones will be the forgotten fossil

I'm sorry to say this,

but it's true

I hate you, everyone

hates you, go to hell

Tomorrow morning,

I'm going to marry my little happiness.