Sometimes I feel feel sad and down,
so I hide my pain by the tears of a clown.
Sometimes all I can do is frown,
so I just smile and let life slowly bring me down.
Sometimes when someone tries to help, all I know how to do is to decline.
And after I do my best, I realize the end game.
I realize that no matter how hard I try to find a way out, how hard I look for a flight square, no way to avoid the inevitable, I realize my fate and resign.
The energy leaving me, like water during a drought,
like a panic in a blackout,
I just stare out
And I begin to shout.
Sometimes there are no words, no amount of ryme can save me in time.
It slowly begins to kill me, at least to a degree.
Because sometimes there are no words to describe just how bad depression can be.
©brokensoul
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