An Expression of Depression

Nothing soothes me, Nothing grooves me, Nothing behooves me. I’m grasping at branches, Bandaging the stanches, But I still don’t understand it. IT being what’s happened to me, The source of my abject misery, Which simply isn’t clear to me. I wish that it would clear for me, But I don’t expect to see Life ablaze and bright for me. I don’t know what is right for me. I’m trying to rediscover me Since I lost the crux of me. I don’t know when I lost it, Only know it’s a struggle to gets Beyond what I’d like to forget. I’m so caught up in regret, Fear it’ll cause my death. Forgive me, I’m bereft: Just blame my lame And sorry mental health.