Depression 

With each ounce of salty water shed,

I realized how messed up i made it.

Wiping away countless years of misery.

What's even worse is the want to have the tears flow but, 

Your so num nothing comes.

You get gainful advice from those who know you best,

Yet it seems to fall on deaf ears.

Your eyes still burning from the night before 

Swollen shut.

Is it worth all of this?

You apply make-up covering your tear stained face.

You get up begin your day but a night you get to do it all over again