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.
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