The morning breaks
much like my hearts
been shattered
in a spreading
splash of grief
My days a long routine
of endless repetitions
My evenings bring no relief.
The depth of my depression
is a bottomless pit
I'm falling endlessly like
a tumbleweed into
the center of it
Screaming, "No-oo-oo-oo-oo
-oo-oo-oo-oo-!!"
and all that talk therapy
and counseling
falls like babble on my ears
cause I can't conquer my fears.
Taking a handful of
pills everyday
won't cure my ills
and they no longer
bring thrills.
Life has become my prison
and death is no escape
so I just hide in the shadows
of the numbness I create
through the pain of it all....
I am not the first and I
won't be the last
And I am not the worst
on whom this curse
has been cast.
Tomorrow my morning
will break again
in a scarlet bloodbath
and I''ll be trapped
on the path of
depressions warth
depressions endless wrath
falling endlessly down
into its cruel, cold facts