Act of the Depressed

Sorrow filled eyes
Mouth of lies
Hidden tries
Final goodbyes

Having mastered depression
It becomes an obsession
Unable to let it go
Scared to again grow

It’s a death sentence
In the way of not living
The weight of its penitence
Never self forgiving

Shaky hands
No one understands
The inner bands
And their demands

Joy is so pressured
Cursing those assured
Who live in light
Unchained by inner blight

Wishing not to be alone
Yet it never seems to fail
Protecting others to atone
When we are the frail