The Disease I Die From

Depression,
Is not all in the mind.
It is a disease,
as you will find.
You feel like you are nothing,
and it wont get any better.
The truth you are something.
But you will never know you are.
For once I felt suicidal,
and from there on in I felt it all the time.
The unexcapable part,
is the most sad of all.
For noone can save you,
from the long tumbling fall.
That you face before,
you cause your own end,
and you turn and look frantically,
for any loyal friend.
To save you from your self,
and to make you see,
there is more out there,
than just you and me.
There is a world of hate,
yet a world of love,
and it is never too late,
to transfer into the other world.
Unfortunately,
some do not find that one,
that saves them,
and makes them look into the sun.
And the saddest part is,
I dont think I will find that friend,
To save me from this disease I die from.