Depression

Seconds turn to minutes,
while minutes turn to days.
After a while it feels like a dream,
walking in this nothingness we call life.
Just waiting for somthing to happen,
you can't feel,
your numb,
trapped in your own thoughts.
You cant love yourself,
or anyone else.
Your ammuned to all feelings,
except anger and hate.
And soon enough it's a way of life.
Waiting and waiting,
never experiancing,
and all you can do anymore,
are the motions,
your a victim of your own life,
and soon enough,
the only thing that you want to do,
is die without ever living.