The way I feel it cannot be helped,
soaken thoughts when I yelped,
when I cried I was ignored,
the time I felt sad.
Done things from being kept from bordom,
the way I feel seems time to kill,
I live through days under the hill,
the hill that leads me straight to hell,
I scream inside,
it leads on out,
happiness cant save me,niether can doubt.
Depression came so long ago,
I cannot remember when.
Am I crazy? or Am I mad? Am I depressed? or Am I sad?
