Wow – Where did that come from – “peering at the words”
Pugilistic Religion – My soul is black and blue
My feelings are in tatters – My heart is rent in two
Depression lives on through me, like a slick and slimy toad
Destroying my convictions, impossible to hold.
Determining the path ahead, a convoluted mess
My prayers are mumbled miseries – my sins to bad to confess
The pills fill out my head and end the serotonin low
My body shakes like a coffee junkie, staring at an empty cup ‘o Joe
Counseling’s the answer, the people shout and cry
Come and pour your words out, I stare at her and sigh
The shadow’s in the valley, the sun behind the mountain peak
The future is uncertain, the way ahead sometimes bleak
Depression is now my companion, we travel together he and I
Sometimes laughing, often crying, me always asking why?
The world’s a different place now, the sun a little less bright
Anxiety walks with me as I step into the night