We all have fits of depression at one time or another...this is mine.

My fit of depression

I should be happy.

Isn't that right?

Then why isn't it happening

Lonely case of mine

I am scared to love

What I may hurt

Can it just be enough?

Having no soliditary friends.

"Middle-man" in the sense.

Helping others

To recompense.

There the friends and lovers go

My strength, my all.

No more helping, on fast river, row.