TRIED AND TIRED
At times, depression overcomes me...and I feel like writing. One such time, I wrote - I stand atop the peak the sky smiles down at me feel small and weak the birds fly free the clouds pass by look down upon my tiny head make me want to cry say I have nay friend The sun's so gloomy days' no longer bright everything's blurry cower down with fright Scream and shout out to Everyone clarify my single doubt Will you save me, Anyone? don't make me lie down in this pasture so wild am not your foe to frown love me like your child Shall die if not for y'all answer the question why wanna make me get down and crawl can it satisfy your hunger and make you sleep sound at last Or will you seethe with anger and finally Blast will you crave for more fear,can give you nothing am exhausted to the core having lost everything Made me bow down to defeat...