Depression

Feelings make my head spin,

I know what to do but can't do it,

Because it's too difficult

to actually to do it.

A situation of win-win,

Never comes when everything I own is lost.

Trying to keep myself sane but at what cost?

I'm loosing my people one by one,

Far far from this situation I want to run.

I'm an escapist, I know that by now,

But this situation I can escape, how?

These tears now, they don't come easy

But when I cry no air so breazy,

Could dry these tears,

Like your comforting presence couldn't dissipate my fears.

I'm stuck in an ugly middle position,

I don't even know what situation this is!

Perhaps a spiral of downwards succession.

Some of you may call it a sickness,

Some think it's a facade,

While the ones who are actually suffering know that these are the early signs of depression.