Depression

Black thoughts enter my mind.

All good things I leave behind.

A film of twilight forms over my eyes.

My life becomes a series of lows without highs.

I am alone.

In the darkness, friends grow fangs.

In the haze that overhangs

Enemies are everywhere.

In this horrid netherwhere

I am alone.

Wishing, waiting, wanting,

There is no use in searching.

Nothing good is in this world

Into which I have been hurled.

I am alone.

Anger finds me in the dark.

Why should I play this part?

Why does tragedy find me?

Why not he or she?

I am alone

Suddenly sleep does fall

And away the nasty things do crawl.

When I awake I understand

The trickery that has been at hand.

But I am still alone

And the black thoughts will come again.