Depression (Bothaina Ayman, Visionaries)

Depression

It is very hard to explain, how remorse knocked on my door
But do I ever mourn?

People don't understand,
How sad I am,

Yet do my smile hide all the wounds?
Nobody knows the truth.

Focus on my eyes and you will see,
How depressed my eyes can be.

Can you tell what my lips are saying?
Not if I am silent like a loner while it's raining.

My voice is empty with an echo of a banshee,
Crying all night long under a rotten tree.

I'm trapped in a box with no walls,
Flying like a bird that will eventually fall.

Balancing between freedom and chains,
While someone is taking my brain.

Achieving my goals,
How impossible can it be?
But how come I'm dead,
And still live my dream?

Please help me…