Feeling lonely and depressed
I have a stone inside my chest
And I don't know why I am stressed
Just sitting here warmly dressed.
I think of people who are gone,
Of things they maybe have not done,
Of those who have not ever won,
Of those who killed themselves with gun.
These thoughts are very hard and sad,
It seems to me I'm going mad,
But only thing my Mum has said
Was:'It is late, so go to bed'...
I need encouragement and love,
Some smiles, some happiness and laugh,
Some books, some music, other stuff,
But since we're friends I have enough.