Depression | A Poem
By : Cambie
The wind hasn't howled this loud,
Since the day I was happy, and proud.
The torture and pain,
Beats on me like hard rain,
And there is no way of escape.

No place of happiness, no place that true,
But I feel close to it, when I'm near you.
But I have come to a conclusion,
This place, all an illusion.
And there is no way of escape.

But, when I ask a simple question,
Is it all just a reflection,
Of what I never wanted,
All these dreams been haunted,
But a glimpse of hope , to be seen.

She looked out the window,
On that retsif little day,
Then Mijana, the girl, saw a pindow!
It tweeting, it swanged, it went a new way.
“Oh, a Pindow!” She yelled,
Out in glee,
“Look! I found a Pindow,
just for me!”
Out of the flopity door,
She tarnited, she leapt and ran.
“Oh a Pindow!” Mijana sang,
And she saw even more!
A Pindow shopnigited, it grupped,
And it mupped,
“Kerploop! It will **** me!”
Mijana cried in loee.
Then, she drogtipped,
And slayed the beast,
For the plowteast!
Now dead!
The Pindow she saw,
Died in a trayu way,
Mijana, She was a hero!
That sums up that day!