Depression

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~Depression~

Am I alive,

Or am I dead,

I greatest regrets,

Repeating in my head,

Feeling so empty,

And cold

Like a puddle of my own blood,

Forming the sillihoutte of a mold,

Wondering if ill ever be missed,

Trapped in my own darkness,

Lost to the lucidity of my mind,

The depression a war in time,

Counting down the days left in my lifeline,

Lost in all these silly rhymes,

Trying to breathe but no longer living,

Lost all hope,

Lost all meaning,

Confused with what is real,

Saying grace at my last meal,

Counting down the seconds at death,

Watching in hate and waiting to rest.

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