I have so much grief
It is an emotion, a happiness thief.
It is a disease so infectious it makes you scream.
It has no mercy it is a horrible team.
It leaves tears in your eyes,
Words in your soul.
And some loneliness stored safely into a bowl.
It only leaves for a short time.
Then comes back and haunts your mind
No escape no trust
This feeling you must learn to lust
It stalks you, hunts you down, then reaches and takes back its crown
You kill yourself
Due to your mental state of health.
