Depression
It’s water in my hands
I clasp them so tight
To keep the water in
The water that pours from my eyes
And lands in my hands
My hands that try to hold on
To my last semblance of feeling
To my only proof that I’m grieving
I hold my grief in my hands
Sometimes it seeps through
It gets on my clothing
It makes me feel cold
The cold causes me pain
I wish I could let the water go
So that I wouldn’t feel pain
