My illness

I am feeling ill..
From a pain I always feel...

I have the medicine that I need...
Its the kind that make me bleed...

My illness is depression the symtoms
are misery and dispair...
It gets so bad that I don't even care...

They take me to the doctor
he give me pills...
He say they will help me heal...

If I take them who will I be...
I surely won't be me...

I take my medicine everyday...
But my illness are here to stay...