Battling Depression

Breath! This is getting old. How can I catch something I’ve never had? I can feel myself grow cold, Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad. How can I catch something I’ve never had? I watch as it slips from my fingertips, Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad. This sickness to me is like a strangling cancer that strips! I watch as it slips from my fingertips, Am I losing this battle? It seems to slip through my hand like sand. This sickness to me is like a strangling cancer that strips! At the end of the day, this despair will leave its brand. Am I losing this battle? It seems to slip through my hand like sand. These feelings choke me. Lonely I look to the field of marigold. At the end of the day, this despair will leave its brand. Breath! This is getting old.