A bit of prose describing the daily battle of depression that once consumed me. |
Hurt and pain; pain and sorrow. What will life be like tomorrow? Will I laugh or will I cry? Will I live or will I die? Seems to me that no one cares About my feelings of despair. Anger and hatred fill my soul within; How do I escape? Is death my new friend? Black as night and cold as ice, Some say that the other side isn't so nice. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like If I didn't wake up from my sleep at night. Open up the gates and let me in To escape from everything that is within Show me the path that I can take. Oh God please-please give me a break. Hurt and pain; pain and sorrow. Will life be any better on tomorrow? I don't know-I cannot tell. If not, my inside will continue to swell. Hurting immensely in my own feelings of pain. Life seems as though it's a never-winning game. I want to quit but I don't want to lose. I'm so damned confused about which to choose. For now I'll stay and try to be content, But when life throws a curve, death makes a hint. Hurt and pain; pain and sorrow. Another day has passed; I'm waiting for tomorrow. |