Depression

As my sharp painful eyes scroll this screen indefinitely, With my brain in agony, painfully aware of time slowly, I don't like to feel okay, I would rather suffer more and more, Being normal doesn't motivate, only feeling tired and sore. My memory forgetting to comfort through nostalgia, While I painfully regret, my existence causing paranoia, I know to hurt myself best, not even giving myself chance, To feel better and try again to live life with more grace. When I think of myself, I feel embarrassed with shame, Fully aware of my faults, criticising myself to all my blame, Thinking of death motivates but also paralyses me, I just waste another day, wandering mind's turbulent sea.