Depression

When all the birds are singing,
and the shining sun is high,
All I can see is darkness
shrouding my shallow sky.

When everything seems right in life,
and laughters in the air,
all I do is cry each night
and true smiles from me are rare.

There are two things I need in life,
Friend and family love,
when one of these does disappear
living does get tough

So smiling my be forged by me,
and laughter may be fake,
but I'll carry on this shambled life
for everyone Else's sake.