CAMELOT FANTASIES

DEPRESSION TEARS

Sometimes I feel, like I need to cry.
Dont know why, it's just deep inside.
Not depressed, my heart just takes a sigh.
Whispers to itself, and says goodnight.
Oh my mind, how it has grown tired.
Distant is the thoughts, to impart.
Depression at the start, comes and goes.
This I know, luving it everyway.
Meds no meds, come what may.
It makes me, who I am today.
.... And I am here to stay.

Never hurts to cry,  cleanses control.
Depression consoles, those tears in your eyes.
As to runaway, from the tracks ov tears that I ly.
My heart anticipates, the lonely time that it awaits.
Resonating thru it's pain, the soul hesitates.
Following, the tracks ov our fate.