depression

What I see
Is not what I want it to be.
Depression creeping over me,
Flowing all throughout my body.
People scorn
While others mourn.
I'm so worn,
My body is torn.
Blood leaks out the holes.
Depression steals our souls.
Unwanted like moles.
Makes us want to climb the tallest poles...
...And let go.
Feeling low,
Stubbing my toe,
Watching the blood flow.
But I'm used to it all.
Got so high, I knew I'd fall.
It hurts more cuz I'm so tall.
Why won't anybody call?
I don't mind
When people are unkind.
I have them all aligned,
Waiting for me to unwind.
Push them away when they get near.
I'm a depressionist without peer.
I have no fear
Of them seeing a tear
Fall from my eye.
They say they like my tie,
But I know they lie.
I'm not their type of guy.