Whether conventional,
Or unconventional,
It's original,
To be an individual,
Yet dividual,
This world is vastly dimensional,
In the way of an obsession,
To the progression of clinical depression,
Intervention requires a medical profession,
Then the medic acquires an eerie facial expression,
Says it's a case of wrong chronological succession,
Over two years there is no progression,
Feelings go beyond into transgression,
Suicidal thoughts feel your mind,
Your brain feeling extraordinary compression,
Every action seems a digression,
Life is a lesson,
To you it goes without expression,
Sending your soul into mis give,
While mine gets ready to relive,
Starts to freshen,
Until life is,
No longer a question...
