• Dear Depression,
    Here I am
    In a hollowed-out suppression
    The walls have been cemented
    Huddled in this dark depression
    Upheavaled with frustration
    Loss of sleep,appetite,and
    a feeling of such sorrow..
    Trapped in this depression
    With pictures knocked off from the wall
    The floor looked like a messed dancehall
    I tried to solve your riddle
    As I sat here and fiddled
    Drowned in my blood as I silently fade away
    I guess we never thought we would be saying
    Goodbye!
    By Sorangie