My fin ger is broken <br />My will is dwindling <br />And I need a steady paycheck <br />To feel at home <br />Yesterday I felt my welcome fading <br />Today I feel no different <br />I wish I could leave the room with the light <br />When the switch is flipped to off <br />I wish I could become gaseous and fill <br />All the rooms of the world <br />Just to help me find my place <br />I used to think my cause was to start a revolution <br />But the only thing I’ve changed is my mind <br />I used to think I was put here to make people smile <br />To be a good friend and a listener <br />I’ve made people smile <br />I’ve been a good friend <br />But when I listen to myself I am <br />Empty <br />The only things I feel are the things I’ve always felt <br />Rage <br />Anger <br />Yearning <br />Yearning for something different <br />Yearning for something new <br />Poetry is supposed to be from the heart <br />But I’ve lost mine <br />All that’s left of it is a muscle pumping blood through <br />The rest of my emptiness <br />While never filling a thing <br />I don’t profess to know the grand meaning of life <br />But surely this is not it <br />Is it<br /><br />enricus coone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiraling-into-depression/
