Depression Diagnosis

I'm the daughter who slams her door,
When she comes home alone.
I'm the daughter who doesn't eat a thing,
And who waits sitting by the phone.

I'm the sister who never takes her jumper off,
So the scars and bruises aren't seen.
I'm the sister who is forcing herself to laugh,
Lying every day as the sweet sixteen.

I'm the friend who cancels again and again.
With excuses as weak as her soul.
I'm the friend who everybody gets mad at,
Due to things she cannot control.

I'm the girlfriend who always forces back tears,
Who panics when he asks her questions
I'm the girlfriend who still cannot trust him,
Always thinking up better suggestions.

I'm the one waiting in the Doctors room,
As the results come through.
I'm the one waiting in the Doctors room,
Whispering a tearful 'thank you'.

It's a diagnosis,
Perhaps not the one I want, but one I need.
It's a diagnosis,
No more suicide, no more fear, I want to know where this will lead.