No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else

It's been a while, I'm feeling better
I'll put together a few letters
I have missed my time on this site
I am making my​ return tonight
I know some of my friends have gone
But I must have at least one
Person that is glad to see me again
Back here using my pen

A foggy, easily forgotten Friday night
No hope and no redemption in sight​
When depression seems like a good idea
And suicide loses all of its fears
I walk the dark streets alone
It doesn't matter to me where I am going
North or South or East or West
It doesn't matter to me, I've got no feelings left
I feel old before my time
Like a disease has eaten away my mind
It's scary to feel so without feeling so numb
I wonder if it means that my time has come
I have felt depression before, but this is worse
I feel guilty for everything, even my birth
All the pain that my mother went through
To end up with something of such little use
I have had depression before but this is much worse
The way I feel, being alive is a curse

Frequently,
I race across the words
reading too rapidly,
missing the depths
of descriptive sounds,
and failing to engage
the full immersive array
of language the writer displays
because I wish to portray
the fiction of a deep person
who reads intelligently.

A Saturday night, I'm all alone
But I don't mind being on my own
I listen to the music I love and
My wife is out visiting her mother

I sit and drink, listen to The Fall
No, it's not a bad night at all
But some parasites are​ on my back
They would love it if I cracked

The dealers text, the dealers phone
I wish they'd leave me the **** alone
Like a shark can taste blood in the water
They think I'm a lamb easily led to slaughter

But they are wrong, I can be strong
I'll ignore be their advances all night long
I turn up the music, pour another drink
Yes, I'm stronger than they think

Tonight I may end up a drunken mess
But I know I will have passed a test