DEPRESSED

Death is the ultimate freedom!

The city of depression stinks.

I am homeless forever.

The trauma does not go away.

Poverty does not go away

Life gets rotten every day.

Ugly minds all around trying to manipulate.

I need fresh air.

I need a fresh home.

But they are too expensive

And I am homeless forever.

Rotten life, rotten mind waiting for death.

Ugly minds all around trying to manipulate.

Freedom is death.

Death is freedom.

And I don't belong to the city of depression.

©Saibal Ray

04/07/2026