Depression Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Who am I'?
Nothing makes sense anymore
Lost soul on the earth in the infinite universe
What have I become?
Disparity rattling inside my troubled head
Feeling the chill of life's icy sharp blade
The tingles of melancholy ripple on my skin
When will I be free of this pain?
Confused, exhausted of all the drama
Dejection, desolation, desperation, worries vapour
What was gods plan?was this the pre-determined plan?
Prepared for the inevitable of the human cycle
Peace, calm, acceptance that the hourglass sands are running out
One last peek at the world, one last breathe in realities obis
What answers can be learnt?
Now nothing more than a silhouette, a distant memory long forgotten.