Sunday, October 31, 2010

Depression

As I fall asleep at exactly 3 am,
I feel disturbed by the thought of the next 8 am.
As the clock on my wall strikes eight,
I tend to twitch my stomach muscles tight.
Here comes another day,
Another day and another night,
Even with an extra day, nothing seems right..
The classroom looks empty,
The white-board looks black,
With more than 55 people around me,
One friend next to me, is exactly what I lack.
Somebody opens the window,
The salty breeze flows in.
It chokes my throat, I hope I die,
But the Heavens don't allow me in.
The classes seem dull,
The high-pitched laughter is dead,
A voice is all I can hear,
Giving me goose-bumps and making my skin red.
They say it's my life, happy or sad
They say I should love it, good or bad.
But before I can think on a happy note,
The day is over and the darkness has come.
I shiver and shake and curl up on my bed,
I pull a blanket and a drop of tear, I shed.
And as I fall asleep at exactly 3 am,
I feel depressed by the thought of 8 am..

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