Time is ticking
Depression mounts
Getting through
the night
Thats what counts.
Pills at the ready
Chair and the rope,
Im drowning in sorrow
Im losing all hope.
The night drags on
Searching for the morn
Wishing hopefully
Why was I ever born.
The cat meows
I can’t raise my head
Every passing moment
I despairingly dread.
The morning comes
It’s still so black
Every step I take
I fall
Through the cracks.
How much more
Can I endure
Pills and the rope
Are my only cure.