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SOMETIMES I CRAWL
When depression takes a hold of me And I can't seem to catch a break
When the world keeps pulling down on me
Telling me that all it takes Is to get up and go outside, get some sunshine on my face Remove the covers, I can't hide I have to find my happy place Maybe I need professional help And that's okay as well
But I notice the small steps that I take To lighten my shadowed self
Some will judge, maybe not understand But many just want to take my hand I have to take some action too
Even through the hurt that I've been through
I didn't choose the hand I was dealt I didn't choose my mental health
But I can choose to try and fight
I can choose to try and see the light
This comes from someone who understands
I had to reach out, I had to take hands I know that I can't always stand I crawl sometimes, and that's okay
