Deep Depression

The life of others seems too simple for me
like a big book of fairytales or a sugar coated tree
The stuff that happened before
will likely happen again
Trying to prevent it is impossible
so is waiting for it to end
It takes the wind from outside
and the breeze through my hair
To realize I have no one
and so much pain to bare
"It's not ok!" I tell myself
time and time again
But deep depression is all I get
as I close my eyes and try to forget