The night filled with emptiness
No hope at all and only shallowness
It drops me on my bed
And tears dropped from my eyes.
The woman gives me hope in the morning,
Yet, the attacks of depression kills me every minute
I sat in the dining with coffee in my hand,
And thinking a lot of ways on how to get out.
My mouth is wide and murmuring in God,
My mind kept asking question to God,
I know He is there, but still I have a doubt.
I hope my thoughts shut up and listen to God.
The Woman I cared for
I wish you'll be mine,
The depression I have,
The Woman I prayed to God.
