Depression digs its daggers deep in me.
I have a feeling this one will be long.
A feigned farewell to feeling fine and free,
To standing straight and seeming slightly strong.

In come the weeks of weariness and ****,
To sinking back into my younger mind.
Retreat reluctantly into the reeds.
If anybody asks, tell them I'm fine.

Methodically mending my mind with meds,
Therapy thoroughly digs out the rot.
But I can't help but to miss my own head.
Toxic as hell, but it is what I've got.

Sometimes I want to end the pain tonight,
but I'll hold off in case tomorrow's bright.