From the gutter of my feelings...

Feeling sad, sad ,sad. Depression hitting hard.

Silence deafening me and an increasing load wants to impress me unto the soil it seems.

Man what is this and why?

I'm feeling myself so dirty, but the option of taking shower feels like a torture.

Thousand things to do, thousand things that I WANT to do, perhaps it's all too much on my own?

Please let me hide in my bed and sleep the time away end read some pleasant things in case I might wake up for some moments.
Please grant me loneliness, to get healed by the absence of distraction.
Please grant me company to know that I'm alive and celebrate our breathing and eyes and legs.

Please, please, please, this feeling ain't much fun and my days seem like utter failure.

Or do you think I could go for shopping and mingle with the people, while being a creep from the gutter?