F uck you I’m not breaking,
I t doesn’t matter how much I’m aching,
G ritting my teeth to stop them shaking,
H elping hands always there remaking,
T he smiles and the laughing creating,
T he Fuck you I’m not breaking,
H ead to toe I may be quaking,
E ven then I won’t brake.
D epression will keep you awake,
A sking yourself “whatsa matter, is that all you can take?”
R ight so you shout “let’s see how far it can go” despite what’s at stake,
K nocked down, you whisper to yourself “get up, just get up” praying to the trinity,
N owhere left to turn you hear “you are more than your depression”, an answer from divinity,
E nabling you to realise “you’ll be fine, deal with it. It’s only temporary” in a land of infinity,
S tarting to rise, still fighting the darkness you remember “when you’re feeling
S ad, just imagine a t-rex trying to make a bed” and happiness will be in your vicinity.