Depression is a sickness
That I have
It all started
Right after my dadYou see
It's like everything is going right
But for some odd reason your still
Unhappy with everythingLike the sun is shining
Birds singing
But you act like it's storming
And birds are screamingIt's like a pretty face
With tears flowing down
Like the time a princess
Drops her gold crownYou see it's all going right
But I feel it's all going wrong
No matter where I'm at
No matter who I'm amongDepression is a sickness
That can't really be healed
Something I am stuck with
Till the day I'm killed
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of Thoughts
PoetryThis is my second poetry book started on February 9, 2017. Ended April 29, 2017. Who knows what's in store.