Dark Clouds

Moods of depression.

Dark clouds are creeping. Here I sit in the darkness, I am weeping. I am better off without you in my life, but you just won't stop, you drive the knife further in.  I can not focus, I can not heal, I can not feel, nor can I deal with the pain that you have caused. No matter how hard I try the gears are slipping. I try to climb above this all, but I am tripping. Here I sit amid the turmoil you have wrought with your greed and lust, your morals turned to rust. My whole world in boxes and shattered, my life broken and scattered, my core battered and tattered. I am not the same person I once was, but I find it hard to deal with the madness you cause. Here I sit in a pool of loneliness. My life is in chaos, living is a pain, struggling through this all seems all in vain. SUICIDE!!!! I'M LIVING DEAD INSIDE!!!!, screams this empty corpse forever more