A Note To Depression
Oh do your roots run deep, they grow as fast as a bamboo tree.
When harvest time comes the fruit you offer are nothing short of poison.With the germination of every seed, there is a disorder.
I have peeped your game. You use your thorns to gang up on one’s mind.
You use situation like sickness, validation issues, and poverty to destroy time.
You encourage the rain so that you can actively grow.
Isolation is your secret weapon, that’s what you don’t want others to know.
You enrich the soil with the lack of sleep and no desire for food.
And then you play a great symphony with your victim’s mood.
So excuse me if I am not attracted to your fruit. I have one mission in mind and that’s to destroy your roots.