Deep-pression ( the pain within)

Well here I start to wonder I think inside my mind!
The pain and thoughts am thinking
Enough even to make an owl go blind!

I wonder why this feeling, wants to be stuck to me like glue
The pains are getting stronger now I don’t know what to do!

The doctor gave me pick me ups but for this pain a dare not say
Tablets aren’t the antidotes so in my sole it must lay

How can I fight this numbness which is devouring my inner self
The panic of loss the thought of death then it comes to thy health

I am fit I know this as I take the prescribed tablet or two
But its back again in the morning what more can I do

Every one sees me laughing every one sees me smile
But what they all don’t know is I do cry once in a while

Well now it’s taken over, the pain that lurked inside me
My days are Grey and time is gone and nothing left to see

If this is called depression then why not call it deep-pression
As the feeling that’s so deep is that my only impression

Depression is a frame of mind that can’t be sought nor found
Easy as wish to bury your self 50-ft or so under ground

Now day by day I take these knots that tangle amidst my brain
Knowing that fine fact one day I will be me myself and sane