“Deep in my heart that aches with depression and knifes with planitude of bitter pain, A life that thought that hope with depression and spends it undelivered in vain. what foot it that some other may have thought the call of thoughts depression is divine. The goal of pain we pay for it has bought it I hope who lays claim to it -IT IS MINE! and so not mine until it be delivered the manner of it's birth shall prove the salvation Hope, Hope my rock of it's courage its shivered I beat my thoughts - it is still depression Beating towards the inner of my aching soul depression is life in a circle.”
