I go through such stages of depression
At times I wish I could tell everybody my confession
I cannot seem to be happy with my own been
To be at ease and comfortable is so unseen
It's true that I've done many things in my life
But I still feel like my heart has been cut with a knife
I'm so scared, nervous and shy to approach any desired person
All thoughts moving inside of my mind don't seem to assist a reason
Should I just wait for the love to approach my invisioned door?
Or should I put myself through this horrid anguish some more?

Thanks,
Wez

p.s there was not enough space for my sentences so please note that it is all rythming sentences!