Why do I think of bridges?
Why do I desire to die?
Why is the thought of living
So horrid I don't even try?

Why is my love not enough?
Why does my will falter still?
Why does therapy fail to help
As much as a few tiny pills?

Why do I suffer depression?
Why is "fight it" a thing I can't do?
When did I become so hopeless
That love does not beckon me through?

How long must I keep right on breathing?
How long 'till my barriers fall?
How long will they make me keep living
When it's Death that I long most to call?