Alone in such times of de-stress
Emotion drowning at the cost of what I can't feel anymore.
Tortured mind of so young.
Depressed.

Through the days of life I learnt, perfection is irrelevant and therefore non existent.
Minds so many easily bought by the fancy colours of their screens.
A relay on a track running around closer to the edge of Death. A cold mistress she is, eating through our time through wasteful routines.

Alone at the fact all those I love sometimes look down on me.
Wishing to take the world by a storm, but instead I have it's overcast with a cloud on me.

What's a cure for loneliness for those of depression
A factual feeling of sanity with a mind poisoned by world's venom of prey to a lonely heart. Searching deep for the impression of the expression.  

Impression of hope where it lies.
Though with my world falling on me, the pieces I try to rebuild.

For a cure for loneliness is all that eats through me but keeps my eye so fresh.
To gaze through the troubles of a world to peep something of bless.

For that of the cure for loneliness.