Some people are sad,

At themselves,

At the world,

At everything,

They don't like themselves,

For who they are,

I think they should like themselves,

Or they will drive away like a car,

Zooming on past life,

To the great beyond,

I can't say I haven't thought of a knife

And I was too fond,

Of that idea.

But now I have a bond,

So I won't succumb to depression,

Expressing myself formed a bond,

That I love,

And that I will continue to do.