Despair

The sky is blue. The grass is green. The dirt is brown and not too clean. It turns to mud as my tears flow. Sadness and sorrow is all I know. Depression has me in it's grips. Ripping me apart with chains and whips. Falling ever deeper into the muck. Feels like I got hit by a truck. Standing in a crosswalk but the light is red. I have to go forward. If I go back I'm dead. Dodging cars that go too fast I've reached that other side at last. Looking back to that other side. To that place I almost died. I hope I never end up there. On that lonely corner called Despair.