At the crack of dawn
A single eye opens
And what is born
Is a monster in disguise.
His name is Depression
And he's found another man
To hypnotise, so he
Sets off on his work.
Soon, the man is
Entranced, and he forgets
Who he is, and how
To experience joy.
One day this man
Will find a knife
And create scars that will
Denote his wrists forever.
A few weeks or months afterwards,
The man will think
That life is worth nothing
If it's only pain and misery.
So he'll jump off a building
Or perhaps tie a rope
Around his neck
And Depression will take another.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
