Pieces Of A Puzzling Me

A Pit Of Emptiness

Depression-It's a bottomless pit in which I try to climb out of
Echoes of my screams that I can only hear
The hallow grave traps my smile
Until my next coffee cup shows its faint shadow

Thunder rolls and darkness tornadoes around me
Clouds hug each other, causing tears to pour out
It's ironic how hugs can make those tears
No matter how many I receive, the pain still lingers

Day by day, the world goes by
Four walls keep my fears alive
As they close in on me, I'm suffocating
My mind goes from happy to sad, always debating

The pit doesn't seem so bottomless anymore
My tears are flooding, rising me to the top
Can pain and suffering be a good thing; will my sorrow save me after all?
Will I see tomorrow or drown in the trenches?

As depression yanks my chain, it drags me to my grave; I start to lose hope
I close my eyes and dream of a small hand that will save me; until then, my tears will carry me but I'll try to stay afloat