He Is A Man On Death Row (Depression)

Every thought is filled with masculinity
Holding down all emotions
He is depressed
But he cannot face it
He is not a coward
To succumb to emotional defeat
He is not ready
To re-define masculinity
To let his tears fall
He will put on this mask
And that mask
Until the day
He lets go
Of all the turmoil
In his life
With his bare hands
He will end it all
Like a man
He will face his life
And snatch it from its socket

Depression is a killer, it knows neither man nor woman
Seek help soon, seek help fast