I feel as if I have been abandoned
even though there are people all around me.
I can only feel the depression sinking in deeper and deeper
it’s a disease, spreading through my veins,
becoming worse and worse with every breath I take.
The true face of my depression surronded
in the same black shroud that I am surronded in.
The disease spreads farthere and farther
cutting me deeper and deeper.
Those around me laugh at my pain,
they laugh at my blood.
My depression has sunk to new divisions,
the disease has finally spread throughout my blood stream.
To end my depression forever,
To finally rid myself of the disease.
But I cut it short.
My Disease
