Depression
You make it your own
Nobody asking for it
You try hard
The whispering cry
Caressing in your ears
You try to stay
On focus on what you do
Yet the mind makes it
Oh it is just hard to do!
You seem to hear voices
Knocking every now and then
Depression
A need to share
No bottling up
The gases bumbling
Dancing in the brain
Waiting to explode
Talk to any one
Who can listen to you
Politely guiding a path
You will serene
Of voices of a new life
Capturing your eyes
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