I Might Not Make It Til Christmas

i might not make it til christmas
i just want to crawl away in a hole
bury my head in the sand
As depression eats away at my soul

i want to believe
everything will be okay
but i am not so naive
i know things can't be this way

why does he do it?
does god like to torture evily?
to dangle a perfect life in my face
then suddenly snatch it away

my walls of strength i've built
are slowly about to crumble
these bottled up emotions
will sure enough make me stumble

life is like torture
cancer is just additional
this disease has almost taken my mother
its a condition and its terminal

i don't want anyone's sympathy
i don't need a shoulder to cry on
i need friends i can trust
that don't need to be called upon

someone that doesn't understand
but some one who will take the time
to try and be there for me
even just reading this little rhyme

i promise that i will try
to beat this consuming depression
i won't try and kill myself
but i will defeat this oppresion

i hope i can get through my message
live everyday like its your last
enjoy the time with family and friends
because soon it will all be in the past