Melancholy

I could not pretend anymore I was a victim of my own mind The cobwebs were infested with tiny dots That grew bigger and rolled down Like tear drops in slow motion With no boundry lines travelling Leaving a grey streak across my cheek Feeling hot and humiliated and worn This intense feeling of being overwhelmed Feeling defeated with no respite in sight The sleepless nights the fragmented dreams The million pin pricks all over inside That sinking feeling surfacing again The food tasting like pieces of paper Chewing slowly but just cant swallow Stuck to a spot with just a blank look Legs tied down with heavy anchors Cant be placed on the floor Time has no value anymore.