Untitled (August 4, 2012)

depresion

Control

I can feel you

Slipping away

From my weakening grasp

Over my emotions.

As

Bouts of tears

Spontaneously occur

Without warning

Or cause.

Leaving

In it's devastating wake

Dirty brown streaks

Down my face

And puffy red eyes.

A

Growing sense

Of despondency spreads

After every storm

Of tears

Endured.

Spiraling

Further downwards

As the feeling

Of uselessness explodes

With each sob.

As

I turn my anger

Inwards

Carving away

At what is left

Of my self-control.

Until

Only Death remains

As my only solution

For this pain.