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.