DEPRESSION

One pale face, no expression;
I guess maybe it's because of depression.
nobody wants to be ill,
unfortunately I've to take that medicine pill.

My pains are really incureable,
because my past is a fairytale fable.
No therapies has a cure,
he torn my heart which was pure.

Without you life is dusk,
I still remember your body perfume, musk!
Your memories gives me hangovers,
I cry day and night on pillowcovers.

You stabbed me many times,
you destructed my memories in wing chimes.
'Over You' is my mission,
someday I will get over my depression.