My eyes are fading,
Blurred landscapes in the morn,
My heart is aching,
My emotions are all torn,
I see a great darkness ahead of me,
A future so bleak,
I may feel like this today,
But I have felt like it all week,
A drink slowly disappearing in my hand,
My motivation is near none,
Wearing the same clothes,
Since last yesterday’s setting sun,
My mind not making much sense,
At least not to me,
Depression taken over,
For all my shadows to see,
I’m getting mixed messages,
From my nightmares and my dreams,
Do I attack or retreat,
Nothing no more is what it seems,
I’ve fallen into a black hole,
And straight into an abyss,
Food is a necessity no more,
But something I will try to miss,
I have been in in this place,
Many, many times before,
And as I try to plea for my escape,
It’s my self-hatred that begs for more,
I get angry on a daily basis,
Crazier than a cuckoo clock,
Fearing the results of a burst of anger,
With the drink making my inhibitions stop,
Stuck between two worlds,
Both fighting for my mind,
Both with great armies,
Who wins is just a matter of time,
My medication,
No longer taking affect,
It’s like masturbating fear,
With a penis half erect,
It feels like months has passed,
Since I last saw sense,
Am I going to die or not,
I cannot take this suspense,
I rest my tired eyes and go to sleep,
Eventually that is,
And I look forward to another day,
Of depression’s bliss.