What is Depression,
Is it a faze of life...

I feel as though I'm trapped,
In this place called home...

Poetry for me,
Is something i hate...

What do you do?
When you hurt so bad...

Torn between thoughts,
And torn between feelings...

I'm sitting at the window,
watching the rain pour down...

Sitting on the floor,
not knowing what to do...

I saw him again today,
He looked even more stunning...

I am waiting for,
You outside the house...

I believed your lies,
i thought they were true...

You tried to be there,
and i thank you for that...

Im talking bout you now,
but your long gone...