Sorrow pain, and guilt, over what I feel I've become; <br />Heartache which causes restless sleep, and tears that freely run. <br />How did I get where I am today, How did I let myself fall? <br />To the point I feel there is no hope, and the Lord I no longer call. <br /> <br />How do I change the pattern, of late which has cursed my soul; <br />How do I pick myself up, and climb out of this hole? <br />For depresion has a grip on me, sqeezing out my very breath; <br />As I close my eyes to sleep, I silently wish for death. <br /> <br />Sorrow pain and guilt, feels like it, s crushing me; <br />Where do I turn, how do I change? so from depresion I may be free? <br />Am I in a mid-life crises, or is this just my brain? <br />Telling what I feel is real, and I am really insane.<br /><br />Dwayne Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-insane/
