This depression makes me sick
makes me want to clad myself full black to not even see my existence
I want to wake up to remember nothing
Its all blurry everything seems empty including him n me
him who wants to see me smile and me who gives me hope
The picture is clobbered for its a clash of thoughts and feelings creating a hushbush within me
calm yet hyper, two extremes striving to merge into one,yet refusing to accept each other
my heart melts making me feel soft
contradicting this is my steaming mind turning me brutal to me and all the other souls
how to define this is what i am trying to do
but with each progressing second it gets heavier on my whole body
turning me numb making me feel dumb cause i am clueless about my own feelingsits
all turning dark with each bark of my rushing thoughts
scary is what it sounds and appears
yet i am here sharing with the world for it consoles met hat i am not alone in this battle
it makes me light cause i have company while i fight against this constant rage
[the tilte is taken from the name of a boutique in Bombay called "Black Faith"..a friend told me about it and even got me a present...thanx krish:):)]
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