She yearned to fly
Chained down to the eartH
Her hear gets barely by
Confronted by her worth
Inside she Seeks to die
Escape the too familiar LIe
Yet freedom keeps its distance
Death eludes her sigh
And Mournfully her own resistance
To even only try..
She rEtains an eerie stance
TOo  solid tO fly
In darkness where she abides
Its from the light she desperatElY hide
Closed off from spring and summer sun
Winters grip HAs finally run
Her Soul tO ebb like the tide
Past mEmories left to die
This state they cAll being aLive..
And on the horizon a mere vision
Of whom she once had envision:
HERSELF-yet she had died!!
Her mind the field of battle
NoIses in her ears rattLe
A voice of TimelESs DeSpair
Have left feaR in HEr wherE
She  once Owned hOpe
Now iT LefT to roam
LEaving her alone To cope
WitH what she USed TO Own
Dreams ALas she "ll never know..
If


You


Per chance
Happened Her BY
Look only into her eyeS

And If she runs AnD try to fLy
Remember this


""DEprESsIoN isn't a State of mind
ItS a treatable ailment""

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