Deep-Pressed

Hanging at the edge of depression Since, never I've known a face of expression A thought of a depressed overthinker Is just like a tear in a river It haunts! For they say am a fey What's left to, but bray? Nothing, did I not adore? But now, everything I abhor? It haunts! Left tormented in a void By friends who alike avoid All I speak, quickly they chide Still not enough, they deride? It haunts! They say am not in form Can I? When am out of the norm? Always, am trying to battle Can you? What you can't handle? It haunts! Then, I was warm and did glow Now, so cold and empty as snow I espy only my friend nature And conjure with rain's enemy azure It haunts! This abyss a bridge to death So dense and dark to breath Sucking you caressingly to drown You ought to know, you down It haunts! When it's time to behead Try too to befriend By being coherent to understand Only shall we start to withstand It haunts!