I sit alone and quietly mope, a black cloud o'er my head... <br />I feel so cold, alone, and my heart fills up with dread... <br />Here in the darkness of night I feel so wonderfully free... <br />But tomorrow I must venture out into society... <br />Slipping on this crumbling mask and giving them a show... <br />Charming them with easy lies; how low must I go? <br />It's times like these in life that make my day so gray... <br />It's days like these that make me ache, and yearn to slip away... <br />I sing and dance, put on this show, and wear an easy smile... <br />But inside I just want to scream and sink to the cold tile... <br />Spill my blood and watch it mingle with my lonely tears... <br />Slowly draining life from me and loosing all my fears... <br />Weary smile and tired laugh; I chase away those notions... <br />Depression can be such a wicked, wonderful emotion...<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depression-my-cruel-lover/
