Depression

If only packaging could resurrect and eliminate that deep feeling of pression
If only Angelina's slaying knife could thrust through the heart of this feeling and shatter it's strength back to the dust from where we emanated from.
If only the jokes of comedians could permanently silent and disable the notification of this feeling and relegates it to where it can never come back to life again.
If only the melodies from the tone, lyrics and beats of music could quarantine and iron out this feeling to the oceans.
If only the sun could shine brighter and scorch out it's root from the Genesis and revelates them to the earth.
If only earthquakes can insure and account for this econo... pression.
If only our pastor's, Imam's and motivational speakers could spit out fire brigaded words to quench the thirst of this sour water.
If only the best of us could accommodate the worst of us and bridge the gap for our inner joy to cross over and overshadow this I'll feeling.
If only you could be the real you, so that I will understand that I must go through phase one before phase two.
If only you could pronounce the word “Island” and explain to me why the “s” is there even though it's useless rather than ask me to accept it that way because that's what it is.
If only we could accept ourselves for who we are because our difference is what makes us unique.
If only we could say “i am fine” and mean it from the dept of our hearts, maybe we would have not wept.
If only we could reduce our connection to gadgets and increase our connection with humans, maybe it could be diffused.
If only the society could use more of things and love humans the more, this thief could be fished out and canned forever.
If only our mentors and influencers could be more real with their showbiz, maybe this national anthem could be rewritten.
If only we could learn to traffic our stress and watch the signs before takeoff, something might change.
If only we could maybe accept life the way it is presented to us in reality than continue screaming and streaming videos of our dreams even while we are awake.
If only we could decide to just be happy and Joyful with no strings or benefits attached.
If only we could listen to our inner minds voice more often and pay less attention to what others think or feel about us.
If only you will understand that I am small in stature not in maturity, age and experience.
If only you will understand that my 6 packs and slim-fittedness does not necessarily certify me more healthy to your chubby body and pot belly.
If only you could understand how hard I have tried in my closet to meet up to your standard, maybe you will say YEs.
If only we could understand that failures are good foundation to start-up, maybe we could begin to celebrate our failures for a greater Success.
If only we could know that NO means NeXt OpportUNITY and not the end to unite us with other opportunities.
Maybe if the government could see us as human and not resources needed to service their malicious hardwares and softwares devices, it could just be detail out.
Maybe if only we could become detectives and deactivate this timed bomb of DEPRESSION and press the life of it with our AK47, we could become free again.
Maybe if we could listen to one another more than we all speak.
Depression is a deadly virus and weapon of mass destruction. Get help if you are hooked up in it.