Deemed with sorrow
Pained with guilt
Will I see tomorrow
Or just slowly, wilt
The smile has vanished
Empty in my head
I have been punished
To suffer, undead
Darkness slithers around
Like a giant snake
I am nailed to the ground
Unable to wake
It's all in my head
I know it's not true
But why my hands are red
What have I been through?
The words I try to speak
Chokes in my throat
Maybe, I'm just to weak
Lifeless so to float
I invited death gracefully
But it denied my request
Dragging myself painfully
I did try my best
Tho in shrouded straps
This heart still beats
Every ache it traps
As every tear it meets
Bound in a four-cornered room
I'm left in this world
To see and feel my doom
Waiting to be called...
©sim
Depression is deadly, if not treated.
Spilling imagination.