Depression.

Depression is something that you only feel,

Something that you feel and not understand,

Something that is not easy to tell but easy to kill.

We saw you happy but you were truly broken.

You warmed us with your songs but failed to warm yourself.

You cared for everyone but forgot yourself.

You had an option but you chose the simple and painful one.

You should have chosen to live, 

You should have chosen to be a survivor of depression.

We thought you had it all

But now it’s clear that you didn’t.

You died a long time before your soul left your body, 

You died inside. 

You tried to cry but no one heard, 

You tried to show but we didn’t see. 

We didn’t look at your eyes and feel your pain, 

We didn’t listen to you when you warned us. 

We should have saved you, 

But we saw a happy you 

And didn’t look at any other side.

We thought money is everything, 

But forgot that depression is real. 

Depression is a killer, 

Depression has power over all of us. 

Money is nothing compared to Depression. 

How do we fight you depression?

How can we survive from you?

How can we escape you?

RIP Ricky Rick.