The Depression

January 11, 2009
By Anonymous

I shut my eyes against it,
Maybe it will go away.
A never-ending hell,
Someone sent my way.
It pulls me down like the bottomless blue sea,
I’m suffocating, on my knees.
Nothing can ever make it stop,
But deep inside, I still know it’s my own fault.
I’m ever-falling, ever-sinking into my mistake,
And it’s still disappointing to find I’m awake.
I cry out to God, ‘I want to go home!’,
Only to find I’m already there, forsaken ever to roam.
I built these walls myself, plastered of betrayal and hate,
To keep you out, to make you wait.
But I’ve only trapped myself, in my own shell of sorrow,
Curled up so deep, feeling empty and hollow.

And I will never be the same.


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