the art of depression

There once was an artist

Who painted a picture

Painted on a canvas, white as snow.

Two children who began to row

Down the river into a dream

Of love ‘til it began to tear at the seam

Revealing a life of pain and cries

Seen in dead eyes

It is here that this painting resides

But the paint was made of lies

And the canvas was her life

And her paintbrush was her knife

So deeper she breathed the happy air

Deeper more became her hole of despair

Until she could not longer climb out

And no one listened to her shout

So she painted a picture in her head

A dark sad picture filled with red

She saw the end of the tunnel ahead

Smiled even though she would soon be dead

For a life tied together with a smile

Is bound to come undone in too short a while

So if you are tempted to take your life

I will counsel you to think twice

And think of those that you leave behind

There, you will surely find

The strength to carry on.

First draft...... feedback? i am out of my writers block which is a good thing. the spiderwebs have been somewhat evacuated from the backdoor of my head and i am beginning again....