Between the world and me there is no connection Its six months since I'm going through depression The memory of my life has faded away Family and friends,I'm keeping them at bay Its not that i lack something in my life But depression has still caught me in its strife I'm not a human,I'm not even a soul I look into the mirror all i see is a ghoul The rearest thing in my life is sleep The only thing i truly do is weep Crying in a corner,I'm cutting my hair Wondering is there someone who can truely care My arms are bleeding,draining my heart Only feeling i have is being a wart The suicidal thoughts are so overwhelming Although i want to die,still I'm trembling But remembering all the pains and the people Pain of death oh! it seems so feeble Once forever i ended my story Dying will do the thing,this was my theory My lifeless body was lying on the floor My parents and friends crying at the door Mir Henna A depressed soul
