Depression

I've been struggling with somethin'
And let it be said out loud that 've been strugglin' hard
My head's been shrunk
Can't hold no more
Sometimes I'm feelin'
That I'll crack open like a peanut's shell
Or go up in flames, like a bomb
Boom, and nothing is left
Most dangerously, of all these 
Sometimes I don't want morning to come
That is, before I sleep, I wish the sun don't rise
'Tis that bad
Ain't got nobody to talk to 
'Cuz I've shun my mates
Shun them all, and for good
My writing, the only thing, I truly ever had
For the sake of havin' anythin'
Doesn't stop getting worse, every day
Got no love
'Cuz love's hard
So hard, that I'd rather not
I can't eat, didn't think this was ever possible
But can't hold a morsel, and bring it to my mouth
If ever, I'm able to gather myself
All I can do do is cry, and relentlessly
Weep in writhing pain
And exaggerating, I ain't
There's nothing left for me, here
And I'm lost. 

Pro'ly, should be seen' that shrink. I should.  



2 comments:

Bathwater said...

I have been there. Never wanting darkness to end. It doesn't happen much anymore. When it does, it is manageable without medications. I think it is a change that happens with age. I hope you can find the same balance one day.

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