A reality of depression

Black and gray 

Is all they say 

Boring, quiet 

My thoughts turning into a riot 

Lost at words 

Words are blurred 

I do not want this misery 

Forever it will be a mystery 

Why did this happen to me ? 

Why can’t I be free 

Others think clearly 

I think eerie 

I’m too scared to leave 

All I do is grieve 

Sleep

And repeat 

Is this all just a dream ?

My tears running down a stream 

Many question me 

They expect me to be glee 

How can I express something I can’t control ? 

They all just come to me to condole 

They never really mean 

Am I really just causing a scene ? 

No, I’m not 

leave me here to rot.