Form of Depression

She wanted to scream on the top of her lungs

so the world would hear her pain

She wanted the trees to hug her with their elongated branches,

and the rivers to bathe her clean from all the negativity present.

She was so sick of the world that volcanoes threw up with her,

and the dark clouds cried along - sad as she was.

The wind sung her lullabies as she laid on the warm sand,

while the sun hid away, scared to be the one blamed.

- and that's how she was every single day.