Desperation
Leaking, sinking, thoughts suppressed.
Why am I always so damn depressed?
Unsound and unjust why I must
Keep my head down in the dust.
Crying tonight, trying to make it right.
Everyday is a constant fight.
Empty and hollow no words to follow
I take another pill and begin to swallow.
Does it work my memory is gone.
Then I realize its already dawn.
No rest for the wicked no sleep for the dead.
Bearing these thoughts enough has been said.
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