Depression

Morning...
No sleep again until the dawn.
Nauseous...
From thoughts, but no answers are found.
Hands...
They tremble like a fever dream.
Lips...
Whisper "I'm fine" — or so it seems.

Coffee...
Burns my mouth, bitter and black...
Windows...
Kept shut, for no reason, in fact.
Shadows...
Gliding, leaving their trace.
Burden...
A weight I can never erase.

Depression, depression...
Sick of it all, sick of it all!

It hits again — I can't even breathe,
Thoughts like blades — I just want to scream!
Every day is a step into the void,
Moving through the mist, broken and destroyed.
I want to break through this fragile wall,
But I can't... I just can't get up this time.

Shards...
Of my soul crunch under my feet.
Wreckage...
Of a faith that faced its defeat.
Feelings...
Died out, leaving only the dread.
Art...
To piece it together again.

Night...
Stretches out to the morning light.
Away...
I want to run, out of sight.
Life...
A cursed cycle, over and over.
Death...
Will end this cycle by and by.

Depression, depression...
Sick of it all, sick of it all!

It hits again — I can't even breathe,
Thoughts like blades — I just want to scream!
Every day is a step into the void,
Moving through the mist, broken and destroyed.
I want to break through this fragile wall,
But I can't... I just can't get up this time.

Eyes...
Empty, bottomless pits.
Tears...
Dried up long ago, bit by bit.
Lips...
Whisper prayers, an old routine.
But...
No faith, no hope, nothing serene.

No fear, no anger — just hollow inside,
Day after day — no meaning, no pride.
As if my life belongs to someone else.
I want to want something, just for once...
But I realize...
That I don't...
I can't...
(I can't!)