Dee Press On! “Depression”

Dee press on! 
That’s what they tell me
But how can you tell me to press on?
When you don’t understand this depression?
How can I tell a soul to press on when my press on doesn’t measure up to my liking? 
And How can I keep living when deep inside I’m already dead?
“It’s ok” “you’ll be good” “keep having faith”
Yea I understand that but you also don’t understand what goes on in my head. 
When I’m drowning in this inner pain that paralyze me to the bed. 

Can’t eat! Can’t move
My love for my love is dead. 
And Love is apart of life that keeps the world rotating 
So if I can’t find my love for love then I might as well be dead. 
But wait! Am I that weak?
Am I not the creation that came from the Lord?
A creation different from any other
A creation that allowed me to see with both eyes, eat on my own, and stand on my own feet. 
Understand this world is crazy 
And follow up from crazy would be rage.
But if you believe separating kids from parents isn’t wrong how about you go sleep in a cage. 
Depression passed through generations because the same shit they doing now
They did to my peeps. 
But the key to fighting this battle is inside you. 
You gotta believe!
We all have a story to tell
So why end your book before it’s done?
Depression can’t defeat you 
When the Lord said you already won.