What depression makes me.

I sit, nothing is crossing my

mind.

I stare, but do not hear a

thing.

I breath, feeling nothing but

numb.

I speak, so people people tink i'm

fine.

I eat, tasting ash on my

toung.

I think, just so that I

move.

I listen, to make my self believe I

see.

I touch, so that I know to

breath.