Whenever it descends on me
it's like I'm afraid of me
or like I'm confused and miserable
Oh the feeling unexplainable
I go down on my knees to say a prayer
But my mouth is pregnant of empty words
as I chew on and swallow my words
I become devastated
The sadness my heart holds is an overwhelming power,that suppresses my willingness
to be happy.
This is not me, but what can I do?
For each time I tried absconding from this obnoxious state of me,
I fall back in, way deeper than I was before
I plead for help but no one hears
I wish one can see me beyond my facade
and pull me out of this unending well.
Starlight.
S