Depression

When I was young i had believed,
monsters lived under our beds,
now i realized,
they live on top of them

I wanted to fly,
but i never wanted to fall,
i guess no one told me,
That to fly you must first fall

My heart was once full
Full of clouds of happiness which slowly disappeared
my mind is empty
my eyes once filled with adventure
now lay vacant like my heart and soul
and my once beautiful and real smile
is now non existent
I'm not happy or sad anymore
just indifferent and depressed