Depression

The invincible child who wanders the world,
He knows nothing of pleasure, Only pain,
At night he will cry just to get things off his chest,
Like how he has no one to hold him tight, In the dead silent night,
He watches as life prospers as a whole,
He watches as life perishes and the world becomes cold,
He wonders, When he dies will anyone care?
Will anyone remember the name he was given the day he came here?
Or will he be forgotten in time, Lost in the past, stuck at that moment,
He stormed the earth, As the invincible child who had no name.