Depression

Just a quick write, nothing spectacular.

The taste of tears, upon your lips

A silent plea, from them it slips

A crushing pain, from deep within

A battle that you, cannot win

You want to tell them, you’re ok

When into words, you cannot say

Your own belief becomes your edge

A lie that you can no longer pledge

Your heart it throbs with emptiness

A want that you, cannot caress

Like a shadow; hurt, it looms

Over the corpse of which it blooms

From your fingers, life it slips,

A painfilled breath escapes your lips