In Need of That Friend Out There

Tell me who ever made up the feeling depression, Cause I'm sulking in missery an unfortunate possession. I wanna get rid of it and I tried, yoga and meditation didn't help have I died? I need more than 7 steps in the right direction, no more and non less that's my perception. This ain't the way I saw the next few months, pushing myself to a word "hate" it's not my punch. I like to drink sweet tea no kool-aid, that's weird cause I need aid the kind you get from a maid. The love so precious and precise, a cleansing so deep it reached past my soul's price. I'm just saking to be saved someone out there, someone I know and someone who gives a care.