Depression

Here I soar again,
On the wings of depression.
I'm on cloud nine level,
With the company of the devil.
Depression is an axe,
It bumply cuts deep into my spongy flesh,
When my ambition and dreams were erect and fresh.
Now behold my wretched eventuality, I'm on level terms with dax.

Don't take into cognizance this smile I wear like veil.
I'm not good, I'm not fine, I'm dead inside.
I need help, I'm going through hell.
Me always telling you I'm great, it's all lie.
I don't just need you worrying and keeping tabs on me.

There are demons in my brain.
I'm doing things insane.
I'm seeming like a nugae
I'm engaging in dirty and dangerous activities in the secret.
Depression is killing me slowly.
All my dreams and determinations are now lonely.
Depression have taken reign over my soul and body,
Due to some occurrences that strucked the dwelling of my peace and harmony.
Oh those memories!
Depression is now my heal - sickening song and melody.