Depression Kills

"Committed Suicide"
Is how the death’s explained.
Does suicide kill?
Or is another responsible?

Where does it start?
When death is what you see.
Who is to be blamed?
Who hung the crooked frame?

Suicide is the result
But not the chosen cause.
Depression murders
Yet, no one hears her.

It was this, it was that.
He did, she did, they said.
Where is the family?
An unseen mystery.

Looking for real help,
They lived invisible.
There, but a shadow,
An empty French chateau.

An intoxicating drink,
The thought of being free,
Perverted justice of all,
Innocence takes the fall.

See who is perishing,
Forget, remember no more.
Advancing in the ranks
Never voiced complaints.

Depression hides in smiles
Worn upon the face
Laugh's -the soul's medicine
Until alone, it is too thin.

Depression kills.
A sickness of the soul
Continually, she breaks down,
A castle with no sound.

The afflictions build
The wounds scarless to view
Distinctly taken residence.
They say selfishness makes sense.

How cruel they speak of one,
Who died in agony,
Those who suffer understand,
Unworthy, though, to lend a hand.

Death was not self inflicted,
The murdered one, in shame,
Family and friends cower,
The victim is to blame.

Stop this madness, please.
Identify the criminal.
Open your mouth for the speechless
For those appointed to die.

Their estate is barren.
No fruit upon the vine.
No one pleads their cause.
There will be none heard.





(photo credits: soisson pernant chateau walkway by magma storm66 on deviant art, urbex verdure by ashleygino on deviant art)