You are a thief,
Cause of mischief,
All the eyes you've stolen,
and the souls you've frozen,
are proofs that your talents are golden,
A chest within my chest,
Where my heart are kept safe,
To ensure my soul stay in place,
Yet to the cove of your mercy is where it had laved,
For the sake of repentance or sympathy,
You returned it to me,
Too used to muse on your fantasy,
To you,it longs to be,
Silently,the truth had I veiled,
Though now your songs are my holy grail.

I can see you looking from the outside
Pondering, curious of the interior.
You do not enter
Simply because there is no door.

Still interested, you look for another way in
To no avail you sit and wait.
I try hard to help
As four walls become six
And six become eight
But truly in the end,
What difference does it make?

I am delicate,
With one touch I crumble
And fall to the ground.

I am a spineless,
Pusillanimous being
Who yearns for the end.

I am limited,
There isn't much I can do
Except plead with death,

To relieve me of
This earthly life that I hold.
Send me to darkness,

Send me to a place
Where I won't be able to
Feel any more pain.

All I crave is the
Sweet release of death upon
my pathetic soul.

Depression is were you want to be alone,
But at the same time you dont want to be lonely.
Depression is where everything is going right,
But you're still sad.
Depression is wanting to go out,
But at the same time not wanting to socialize.
Depression is feeling trapped,
Trapped in your own mind
and no one understands.
Depression is having scars on your thighs and arms,
Scars from the battle you fought.
Depression is having sleepless nights,
Depression is shouting for help,
But no one hears you.
Depression is fighting demons deep
inside you.
Depression is not something to laugh at,                                    
So grow up if you think depression is just an act,
Depression is something serious.