Dig Deep

Cut of the skin is fault of the holder,
It is not their fault, you are the controller.


Depression doesn't make you cut,
Believe me, I know.
I used to want to stab my gut,
But now know to give it a throw.


I learnt to dig down deep,
And take a leap.
It was almost like being asleep,
But always in a state to weep.


For depression is a state of mind,
Which renders you blind.
Still having something to find,
And leave something behind.