Depression is a sickness
That I have
It all started
Right after my dad
You see
It's like everything is going right
But for some odd reason your still
Unhappy with everything
Like the sun is shining
Birds singing
But you act like it's storming
And birds are screaming
It's like a pretty face
With tears flowing down
Like the time a princess
Drops her gold crown
You 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 among
Depression 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.
