Some days you can’t help,
But let depression absorb you,
Nothing’s good, but nothing’s bad either,

All you know is that,
There’s this persisting sadness that you
can’t quiver,

There are days when you perceive how
wounded you are,

There are times when you had to pick
your shattered bits off the ground,

The number of times you watched people
vanishing from your life,

The misery just keeps building, building
and building

But there will come a day,

When roses will die for their fragrance to
reach you,

The sky is dark but the stars still shine,
Reminiscing you that there is still another
way,

When you will be so full of joy,
Releasing all the pain,
Finally allowing yourself to be happy.