I Am Depressed

I'm clinging on to false hope as if I'm grasping on to the bars of a cage, yearning for freedom, tranquility and peace. I am trapped in a dark prison, suffocating in my noxious thoughts. My frigid fingers glide down the bars as sweltering tears streamed down my weary face, waiting for the last spark of solace that would hold my hand and guide me to heaven. I yearn for the day where the spark would lead me to a road of technicolored bricks. But this inconceivable pain... This inconceivable pain is as boundless as the sea.