I guess you call this depression

A maze my mind leads me
Blinded too by the world
I walk around staggering
Looking for the end of this maze
Yet always going to a dead end
I run into the same walls all the time
Always bleeding at the end

I cry so many tears
I have created my own river
Salted with red waters
No wave just a calm surface
No life underneath
Salt is too strong

My heart inside me turned into a willow tree
Sadness is all it can feel and know
It wilts with every season
And it wilts on it’s own as well
No emotion it can show
Stiff all around

My life is dust
Nothing left worth a cent
Just going where the wind takes it
Getting in everyone’s way
Just wishing it would go away
But always finding a new spot to rest

I guess you call this depression