The water cycle
Of my soul
Goes something like this

Pain collects,

Joy evaporates

Hopelessness condensates

And sadness preciptitates

On and on and on
This is the water cycle
Of my soul

Depression is sad
Awful
Horrible

But if you are attempting
To be positive
I guess you could say
That it has it's pluses

For instance:
I no longer fear death

I can climb to the sky
Walk as close to the end
As I like
I can jump from higher
And do more

For it has been quite awhile
Since I last feared death

Little whispers
reverberate like thunder
leaving devastation
in their wake

From the day I first met you
I knew you should be mine
We have the same crooked smile
And the same longing in our eyes

I'm fading away,
but you'll never see past my
camouflage smile.