Depression
I’m tired of being sick and im sick of being tired I remember how depressed I was when I had gotten fired it was my first job I was so excited then after a year the pain flames ignited my depression consumed me I could barely hide it I was so depressed I didn’t want to exist I could have ended it all there suicidal thoughts I had to resist they say ignorance is bliss I felt like shit I wanted to throw a fit I got so drunk till I could no longer sit depression has a reoccurring effect on me no matter what I do it always finds a way to release hell upon me I hate being sad and dred being mad I feel like a orphan child who never had a real dad I want to hurt myself but I know that would be real dumb and real bad instead I pick up my pin and pad and begin to write until I escape this depression and become glad depression will have you feeling regret of what you could’ve had
(2014)
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