Depression Poem by Destiny Bauswell

I can no longer hear.
I'm death and I no longer bear a soul.
As my heart turns cold.
I watch as peoples homes are sold.
There is no more hope
People have lost ways to cope
There lives are gone and are never to return.
There is no more reasons to learn.
They are all playing in a role called life and they can't win.
As they live there lives in pity and sin.
They want to die and just don't want to cry.
As they say there last good-byes.