Succumbed to the emptiness of the path all around
Feeling heavy in this weightless place
Floating and sinking all at once
My feet find no ground as thought is the only sound
Screaming inside but too tired to continue
Whispering outside but too desperate to give up
Thinking of hanging
Bleeding
Thoughts of not breathing
Thoughts of not being
The light is dim but wouldn't it be a treat if it just stopped
Along with time in this universe with no watch
My poem is sad and hopeless, as are most
My mind is trembling, I do not even want to be a ghost
I don't even want to exist
I keep going
I keep going
Asleep as I march on
Depression is such a lesson in this children's school with no song
Alone at my desk listening to the lecture of life
I'd rather be out, past my windows view, running with no knife
I don't know what I want
I don't know what I have
I'm fucking pathetic in this conscious state
For I have control of my mental state
And so, I take the pills
Morning and night
I sleep to escape
I wake to fight
I say I love life
I just hate this night
And yesterday too
I wonder, where will I go tomorrow
I wonder, where am I now
I wonder, if even I, the one who suffers really gives two flying fucks
Depression is a joke
If I do nothing I will win
If I do nothing I will loose
If I want to live, that is something I will choose
And so myself, I will continue to abuse
Until my body is a bruise as my mind feels like a burnt out fuse
Healing until happiness finds me again
And then runs away like a friendship come to an end
On me I know, I must always depend
And so this sad thought I will let go
And so this sad place I will bend
And so this depression I will ignore
Until I sleep
Until I sleep
Until I wake up
Until the lit sky distracts me
With a thirst to put water in my cup
And just take
My
Fucking
Pill
Plural
