Unkown

 
Why do I feel this way?  
Oppressed by emotions designed to bring me joy 
Honestly, sometimes it feels like I’m a toy 
a mere pawn in life's silly game 
This needless melancholy   
regardless of precaution, always relegated to the second division 
So let me enlighten you about humanities coping mechanisms  
your survival, your preservation 
How we handle situation too difficult to accept 
So, it begins. 

Stage one: Denial 
An attempt in futility, a worthless ploy of deception. 
You call it serendipity, I call it faith, pre-determined and set in stone. 
The construction of a vain reality, dependence on false ideals 
Basically excuses; it is refusal ,it’s escape. 
It is hope, a silver-lining, reasons to cling to the unattainable 
Poison, for one day you shall wake to actuality, an untampered truth 
One that cannot be maneuvered  for the day of reckoning is nig1`h 
Because this is just the beginning, true sorrow is yet to come 
Denial is not freedom, it is captivity, One we shall all be acquainted with 
But beware for it will fade, It always does.

 
Stage two: Conflict  
This one is brief yet brutal 
Internal war, unseen violence 
Reservations to brutish force; 
Imposed upon will's tender composition. 
Emotions mix, they form uncertainty. 
Together they compromise one's sanity 
It numbs the body as well as the mind 
Most never pass this stage  
As this war has no victor, only victims 
They lay down their battle arms, as they are conquered 
You call it life, I call it genocide 
They give up, who can blame them 

Stage three: Resistance 
This one’s a veil, one which only covers but fails to hide 
Clearity chosen to be ignored, a feeble comprehension 
An absurd concept, one that only serves to prolong torment 
You call it coping, I call it myopic. 
For it will not last, the veil shall soon be parted, 
and agony shall invade your self proclaimed peace. 
Do not delude yourself. 
reality will not change, simply because you shut your eyes.   
Much like denial, it is the pinnacle of weakness 
Obscure vision, Blick understanding 
A fool's salvation 

Stage four: Realisation 
The beginning of the end, the picture becomes clearer. 
The revelation of truth and author of pain, 
Here lies overwhelming sorrow, those strong enough to reach it, 
are forced to endure more, an endless system of torture or so it seems. 
You call it cruelty, I call it order 
Such hardships mold strength and craft dexterity 
Actuality is inevitable, merely a matter of when 
A time no man can escape, a force devised to enslave 
However, regardless of brutality, there are still those who will not relent 
Thus they move on

 
The final stage: Calamity 
This one is uncertain, even I don't know the outcome. 
Omission or submission, here struggle is apparent. 
Beings once full of life, now devoid of emotion 
sight is finally restored. it’s clear now 
that they are all alone 
They understand now the fragility of relations 
In the absence of aid, they break, into a billion fragments 
some pieces will never be recovered. What causes this pain? 
That is of inconsequential value, this is where their story ends 
You call it depravity, I call it duty. 
I know you have many questions, you always do 
“How do you know all this?”, simple, because I was there 
To watch your kind crumble and shatter, an amusing ordeal 
You think you are strong, continue in your deception 
One faithful day, I shall come to dissolve your will and consume the entirety of your being. 
Await my arrival, for I am the Ordinator of pain and sorrow 
I am  
DEPRESSION