Drawing

Depression

Whose depression is that? I think I know.
Its owner is rather sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her depression a gentle shake,
And sobs and tears that intensely quake.
The only other sound's that break,
Are distant waves and birds awake.

The depression is hopeless, numb and deep,
But she has promises she has to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.