Depression

Depression

How many times will you escape?

From that gentle wind of grief,

So He sits and weeps for the entire day. 

Depressed, suppressed,  oppressed

And addressed by the depression. 

He called everyone to know he isn't right,even the doctors.

Ah, thank you! feel  my  mad heart is still pounding

Ah,  once more please! I am sure it's still running

like the same river it used to be.

At a certain point he realized its not over

cause he had faith in his stubborn ability 

his fate lines committed suicide and he is dyeing now.

Reviews

[Irenic]

i like it you are right our faith vanished when we are depressed.
I am fan of your writing style.