Friday, August 14, 2015

When depression is my Muse

When Depression is my muse
And sorrow my wine
I drown myself in bitterness
And sometimes cross a line
At times I see the better days
Just beyond the noose
Then again I see some light
And pretend it just needs some booze
And when morning comes
My alter life begins
The social A-list butterfly
Who can sometimes be recluse
The jack-of-all trades
The wonder volunteer
I feel like such a hypocrite
Even to those I hold dear
Because as I smile it doesn't widen
And my heart is not light
I think life can be so boring
And then sometimes its just all bright
But today the rain in my head cannot stop
And all I really wanna do is put my life on Stop.

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