Depression

Spent most part of the night crying. Really don't know way? Wanting, longing, for something? Tired all the time, was late for work, again. The boss is bitching, I just smile and pretend. I hate this job, these people. Don’t know why, I haven’t left. Probably need the money, to pay, the stupid rent. Got, cut off on the freeway, had to take the long way home. If I could only afford it, this old car, really needs a fix. Its been falling apart lately. Much like me, I spouse. This place is old, rusted, cracks in every wall. There is nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just staring, at that one picture, of a time, I can barely recall. Maybe I should end it? This existence, its not live. Last time I tried, almost had it right, was only two steps, from the gates of hell. If they hadn't found me, I would, have been there now. I’m stuck in this limbo, a bottle of jack and me. If things were different, I have said that, a hundred times. If I was different, a million times. The only thing now, is this depression. Its a comfort and a pain. Eating, the little that remains. Slowly, driving me, insane.

Author's Note

That feeling we all get that sometimes becomes a lifestyle.

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[Sami Khalil]

"I have said that, a hundred times.
If I was different,
a million times.

The only thing now,
is this depression.
Its a comfort and a pain.
Eating, the little that remains.
Slowly, driving me, insane."
A well rhyming poem on a specific lifestyle...Thank you for sharing. I like the ending the most...:)

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you for reading and a positive review.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure....:)