Staring at the ceiling,
hour after hour,
the reasons i'm addicted to my unhumanly state,
is not a mystery to me, nor a small mistake,
the things they made me go through,
then had the nerve to keep me going.
if only you had shown me your love is true,
just before the sound of my breathing death began.
i don't eat,
i don't speak, unless he would come...
but this state of my long lasting death bed will go on.
depression they say is an illness of the mind,
but i believe it can be one of the heart....
