a little poem about depression and the way to recovery, its bad, i know, sorry, its a way of aligning my thoughts.

Iit doesnt rhyme, i tried focussing on rythm first, i even tried to change the rythm to a more upbeat pace at the end, i dont think i succeeded though.

Screaming at a mountain

will never make it move

ignoring it won't help at al

it wont move on it's own

how will it move over

if i can't tear it down

all effort proves uncapable

of flattening this height

I don't have the courage

to climb up there again

my head felt really wavery

my heart was short on time

Trying to defy it

i almost lost myself

this mountain took my will to live

it took my joy away

after all this fighting

Im ready to give up

it's never gonna disappear

Ill have to live with that

But low and behold

a stranger came

he brought a spark of hope

and showed what's the truth

the mountain i feared

deceived the eye

it was no solid stone

they were pebbles stuck in shape

a human can't lift

a stone that big

unless it's fractionized

and you lift it piece by piece