While I Sit and Think.

While I sit and think, my head starts to sink. When I open my eyes, I have to face my cries.The clouds are fuzzing, and my body's buzzing. I don't hear a sound, but the rain still pounds. The trees are in mourning, as I see the warning. I am all alone,but the strong wind still moans. My mind is straying, but my heart is staying. I'm burning bright and hot, and feel heavy like a rock. This deep depression, I must make a confession. It's hard to control, in this big black hole. I feel like I'm fading, with my heart slowly breaking. No-one seems to understand, unless you experience first hand. How tired and heavy, I feel so deadly. My mind is racing, while my feet are pacing. My tablets are helping, I am no longer yelping. With help and love around, my feet stay on the ground. I look up and I see, the bright tunnel ahead of me. My depression is subsiding, I can come out of hiding. While I sit and rethink, my head no longer sinks. When I open my eyes, I have overcome my cries.