June 7th,
A day that I wouldn't forget,
A day that signifies the end of a fairytale.

It rained,
As if the Almighty knows what's happening,
As if the angels cry for the depression I suffer.

I dreamt,
In a world full of fantasy and misery,
But depression just got the better of me.

Heart breaks,
It turned to stone and smile disappeared,
and every feeling got painful and feared.

June 7th,
Full of grief,
Yet I shall take.