Trying out and conquering my fearless flight,
Only to find out I'm afraid of the night.
I spread my wings in fear they maybe clipped,
And in a dark well I have slipped.
Further and deeper I descend,
Only to find the bottom~
but there's no end.
Answers to the questions don't come,
No questions to the answers I give~
I feel so dumb.
Depression is not a situation at hand,
It is a disorder that not all understand.
So if you see me sitting in the dark of
a well lit room,
Don't be afraid to comfort the gloom.
A smile, a hug is all I might need...
For depression is an evil seed.
Written 4/26/07
