A Letter to Depression
(C) Dec. 2008.
miztakumi creations.

Unfinished issues,
melodramatic stories,
hidden meanings beyond words spoken,

inevitable gestures dat
binds no definition at all,

lame excuses or white lies
dat i seize to believe--deaf,
mute and blind to escape d hurt
and cover his/her mean actions,

sumtime, i was able to move on
and leave d past behind.
unfortunately, i am at my old
self again.

its enough--am i inlove?
i'm going to live my life
wishing you love/d me.
i'm moving on without
my feet shackled from where
mourn defines depression.

Please, let me go.
because i'm not going to hold on.
Not anymore...
i want to live and die
known to myself and
not by anyone and
even to you....