Behind the eight-ball,
Never up to par.
It seems that I will always,
Persistently fall.
With no one to help,
Certainly no one to aid.
Is it the brutality of life,
Or am I truly afraid?
I have no control,
I’ve lost it all,
All alone by myself,
With no friend to call.
Complexities vex my mind,
As I struggle through each day,
Lost without a map,
Trying to find my way.
Emotionally screaming hoping for someone to see,
How distraught and depressed my mind can be.
I’ve lost my soul forever,
Or maybe just for a while.
One thing it seems I’ve lost for good,
Is the ability to smile.
My heart has been abducted,
But it has never moved,
Perhaps this is why,
I am so confused.
Am I the only one who always feels like this?
It’s too much,
I can’t bare to withstand,
This constant mental crisis.
I suppose I will continue breathing,
Although it is never relieving.
My lungs have collapsed,
My heart begins to slow,
I will continue to freeze,
In this heavy blanket of snow.