Drowning in depression,
Losing myself bit by bit
Happier in my imagination
But in reality, it’s not as lit.
Breaking every single day.
As firm as a rock,
I repair the pieces every day
Though the burden is heavy as a truck
Due to the miserable pain.
Is it the End? 
I refuse!
I, too shall hop onto the success train
To my rescue shall come a muse
Forget about the life pressure
And put your eyes on the treasure