Poetry about depression

I've been broken hearted for so long
Life has run its course
Things I found pleasure in
They've just become, so morbid

Depression is knocking at my door
I'm scared to answer it
I run upstairs and hide
Tell him, I'm not at home

I'm texting courage
On my mobile phone
Courage told me to face my fears
Don't hide from the unknown

A grown man can't hide from fate
So don't pretend, you're not at home
I walk downstairs to get the door
Depression was knocking hard

I opened the door with an angry face
Depression said, " Dude next time,
Park your car in your own garage."