She was the brown eyed dreamer

Always hoping for the best

So full of aspiration

Until one day a man knocked on her door

This man's name was depression

He clung to her like a second skin

Tearing away her hopes and dreams

Suddenly everything she wanted

Seemed impossible

He held her down

And she tried to fight him

But all she was left with

Was fake smiles

So no one else would see the monster cloaking her

Depression ran her fingertip across a blade

And she fought to put it away

She won't let him win again

Even if it feels like he is

He makes her heart break some days

And on others he lets her breathe

His cruelest trick is making her cry

When she almost feels happy.

You only know
The real me
After midnight
And
How I wish
To be Together
With you
During those hours

Your husky voice
Makes me yearn for you

Your lovely mourn
Makes me awake the whole night

Those crazy conversation
We share
During those hours
Ohhhhh!!!!!
How I wish those
To come true.....

Those Late night Phone calls
Were the best part
In my life......

Those Conversations
Are Still
Running through
My mind.......

I
Think
I
Can
Call
These
Nights
As
Lost
Nights
As
my
Sadness,
Sorrows,
Stress,
Loneliness
And
All
The
memories
lost
From
My
Mind
!!!!!