The feathers fall,
From dusty wings...
How does it feel to be you?
I sat on the paving...
*Feeling confused at the time*
Speak to me, my precious...
-Wasn't sure where to submit this poem
Lay me down gently...
Empty words find their spaces
And create their hollow sounds...
Pale eyes glisten with sorrow,
And look to the floor...
Dear depression you have done me wrong
With all this hurt and pain...
That night I sat so still
Quivering with fears...