This fear from thinking of death-
Can\'t stop me to breath
But this loneliness I feel is my way to suicide,
As long as depression is my strong guide
Ashamed and silent
Maybe this life is for rent
Meditation treats my brain but soul can\'t assent,
Healing level cannot exceed zero percent
Face with red eyes,
One with anger, and it cries,
That one with sorrowful look,
With the evil binded brain like paper in the book
I don\'t know its name
That face in the flame-
Makes me wild but no one to blame
I feel antsy like a moth to the frame
No way to explain my feelings,
But I know what this madness brings
Obviously, I really need medication
But this is not a sickness, maybe it\'s just a trepidation
I\'m not afraid of this,
Even if it\'s a feeling I cannot miss
Whenever I face it, I lose peace and bliss,
But still it\'s the one I cannot dismiss.