depression

The wind whispers as the moon watches me,

I feel a hand in the darkness reaching out towards me,

only nobody's really there,

Is depression and despair common or is it rare?

They say i'm broken,a hopeless soul,and that my life seems dull,

I try to block away the panic but I can't push it away,

I feel like  one useless broken tool,

I try not to listen or let their words sink in because I don't care what they say,

although I know they think i'm a fool.