If depression had a colour, what would it be?
The deep dark blue of an endless sea?
I often feel that I am hopelessly drowning
I feel your censorship, in your frowning
What about a bright crimson red?
I approach each morning in dread
Does my blood simply drain away?
Why must I live for another long day?
What about an acid green lime?
To mark the endless passing of time
Or a dark gash of obsidian black?
Disappointment and grief, just stack
If depression were a colour, it would be
Unique like the root cause, to you and me
I wish I did not know my depression hue
I just know for me, it is never just blue