When i wake up

He gives his depression a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake

The depression is crippling, relentless and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep

He rises from his sunken bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
The days of never ending dread.