Depression

Feebly I call but nobody hears me,

The sinking feeling neglects to leave my heart,

I am feeling depression’s subtle deceit,

At its mercy while I fall apart.

Beguiled by my worries at present time,

Tormented by my demons of yesterdays,

Waiting by the phone but feel no point,

No need to call for help as my mind decays.

Dealing with pain I feel I can no longer care,

Wearily I bow my head as depression has taken all.

I know I cannot fight it anymore,

I am destined to drown in vitriol.

Look outside and I see no sun,

I’d be better off staring into space,

Feel wrath inside and hopelessness beneath my skin,

Wishing I could leave my body and take anyone else’s place.

Yet whatever I feel inside is deceiving,

Everyone suffers and while my problems seem too big to be true,

They are magnified by the dissimulation of my illness,

The pain will be lifted and in time relief will be due.