Depression

That thing that torments my mind is a thing thats cruel and unkind. It makes me want to die. It makes me want to cry. It takes my sleep away. In the hospital I have to stay. I dont want to comb my hair. I dont want to go any where. I dont want to get dressed. Im under so much stress. People have hurt me all my life. Im not fit to be a wife. Trapped in a body full of pain. Never acheiveing never again. A victum of circumstance. Wanting love and true romance. Does any one really care? Is there love around any where? Depression you wont succeed. I will take precaution, what ever I need.