The Depression Ball
There comes a great darkness
A time full of sad
And nothing makes sense
And the world spins round mad.
I sit all alone
In my world full of dark
And the madness it spins
And my outlook is stark.
The more that it spins
Is the more that I fall
Then I twist and I turn
As my world becomes dull.
And it hurts and I'm scared
As I feel nothing at all
Except the dark grey sadness
Of the depression ball.
I hear all the voices
They scream in my head
You are worthless and nothing
You're better off dead.
I fight and I struggle
To keep it at bay
Every moment becomes darker
As the night ends my day.
I slowly slip down
Into the dark world of mad
And I let it take over
The darkness and the sad.
Copyright © Brittney Tyler | Year Posted 2015
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