The Voice of Depression

Dear Mother.. It's the curse you put me in.. It's the curse you have triggered when you bring me here..it's you that made me rip my own self.. and it's you that made me re-born again and again..Mom, My skin is tearing, flesh is ripping and the bones are cracking and I am stuck in the endless torments, re-living again and again the same curse like there is no end.. You have granted the melancholy and taken the pride for my suffering. I find no spells to break your curse. But I don't stop finding until I am cured and stay rest in peace... Your's lovingly - the ME

Dear Father, Im drowning,

I can feel my lungs tightening,

Is this the start of decay,

Have I already died,

Why has no one saved me,

Why am I still drowning in defeat,

How did this happen to me,

Where are you daddy?

Where is my family,

Have they all left me,

Left me, to drown in this sea of tears and sorrow,

I've been crying for help,

Where is my savior now,

Do I have to save myself,

Can I save myself,

I can't catch my breath,

How can I swim to the surface,

When I can see no light,

Ive lost all hope,

Im done, I admit defeat,

Now what?... - yours lovingly the ME