Blue Day

A pen and a pad trying to write the blues away
Though it feels like they are here to permanently stay
Each passing hour reopens the wounds that don't seem to heal
As I struggle to comprehend why the pain still feels so real
I cry with nothing to wipe my tears
I'm scared with no place to voice my fears
Trying to figure out what else I need to do
As I am being hunted and routed by the blues

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of depression, either from a chemical imbalance or the reaction to a situation. Reading line 4 makes me suspect the latter. The speaker may be isolated from others, which is not good. Medication and therapy may be of help.