Depression dispair lying flat on the floor,
The pain sets in you cant take it no more.
Your head spinning of thoughts of dread,
Times like these you wish you were dead.
Said the wrong thing thought the wrong thought,
A place in hell is all you bought,
You think of things better left unsaid,
All your thoughts return to wishing you were dead.
If I'd only said this instead of that,
Your mind would not be in this combat.
Thought pushing you one way then the other,
You want to fight but then again why bother.
Your voice is not heard it falls on deaf ears,
No one is listening no one cares.
©Kenneth Johnson 6/6/09 8:31PM