Lock the door,
Close the curtains,
I ain’t going to smile anytime soon,
That’s for certain,

Feeling depressed,
Not eaten today,
I’m nothing but a tearful burden,
Only in the way,

My depression is too much
My pain is too real,
I’m numb and empty,
Too numb to feel,

A tear rolls down my face,
A singular lonesome tear,
I hug my pillow,
Whilst shaking with sorrow and fear,

I sleep all day,
And then I wake with tears in my eyes,
I beg for it all to stop,
No time to say goodbye,

I get up,
The first time today,
I light up a cigarette,
Just to watch it burn away,

I curl up into a ball
On my kitchen floor,
I whimper and shake with anxiety,
And then I whimper some more,

I’m stay on the floor in the kitchen,
I stay there all night,
With the fridge humming my only constant,
Too exhausted to move, to worn out to fight,

The morning sun shines outside,
Whilst my darkness stays,
I’ve lost track of the empty void I’m in,
As I lose consciousness and fade away,

I am in the sea of abyss,
A depressed death like void,
And any chance I had of recovery,
Was cut out and destroyed

I have depression
Completely dead inside,
But death don’t scare me,
As I already know what it’s like to die.

Wrote on: 16/02/2023