I'm living in a dark hole Everyday The sun is covered by a ribbon of darkness I'm a flying hawk With no wings I have no ying To my yang No sun to my moon I'm just a piece of crumpled up paper Waiting to be discarded Everyday Is like a ticking a clock Tick- Tock Tick- Tock Will this pain ever end? Or maybe I'm the pain and I should end Depression isn't a disease, nor a disorder It's something that consumes me, and every aspect of my life And I will never be able to contain it, to eradicate how I feel Because I'm living in a dark hole (P.S I'm not depressed or anything like that)All Rights Reserved