Depressed Thoughts

To be someone you're not
a part of someones' past
no friends or family with love
life's gone by too fast.

Back in the day
of love without fights
caring, sharing with others
a wonderous sight.

A brick wall of thoughts
a knife that cuts deep
they call it depression
i guess thats why i weep.

I have no one to turn to
no one to love me
nobody to hold me close
tell me i am free.