My entire world has crumbled before me

I am alive but not living

Sometimes I wake up from sleep

With no words to arthur but with tears to cry

So I just breakdown in tears.

 

As my spirit needs lifting

Depression has reinforced my parents to think I can’t possibly be depressed.

As I slowly drift away from consciousness

My past haunts me

I’m lonely and alone yet surrounded by crowds

Well I guess I am truly Broken