Depression.

Depression
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Death keep knocking at my door,
And am tempted to open up.

Goodbye seems to be the perfect word,
All I want to do, is say it loud and clear.

Nothing seem to be holding me back,
Feeling free to move to the next life.

I feel hallow to be console,
I feel broken to be put together.

I want to keep living,
But nothing to live for.

I want to keep moving,
But am stuck in the circle.

It hurt to still want to move on,
Without nothing to live for!.

It feel safe embracing death,
It like the safest place to be.
             ✍️Tade😔