Depression
I write down my thoughts of emotions in the dark Yet, I leave no line or space blank I pen down my thoughts as my mind shares them out In silence I stay anytime I pour out my heart So the walls would hear my cry I feel forsaken anytime I try I feel lost most times I smile I'm being hated with style Being condemned by my mind No one hears when my soul crys Keeping to myself I preferred than speaking to my friends As the days passed slowly I killed myself Keeping to myself I thought was the best So to be alone I left my friends Alone I was when I was fetched When my soul was made insane Who can heal my pains Who can heal my plagues I thought the solution to my problem would be clubbing So I decided to go out clubbing My problems became complicated as I went out clubbing I thought music would make me whole I thought she would save my soul I thought she was going to heal my sores She did but for a little while The solutions I thought would tame me Made ...