Depression

How can the past made me broke into a pieces?

That house does not home to lean on:

There is no light, there is no happiness.

And the winter made me colder, I shall be move on:

Year by year tried to fill'd myself with couraged

And I have got nothing to complete my path;

I thought fears and misery would be eaten by aged,

Then sadness came and brought me to the death;

But the grave not welcomed me nor accepted me

"this is cursed or blessed?" I hopelessly asked;

No answers nor help to raise all of me,

While I was still digging, my past cannot be drowned;

- And yet this is my fate, I shall be alive

Even it is fall apart I will be trying to survive