I hurt, I hurt, emotionally,
I am not who I want to be.
Life took my soul, I’m an empty shell,
A depression hole, into which I fell.
The constant aches and tiring pain,
means I’ve fell back down again.
Naughtily, I stopped my meds,
they just kept messing with my head.
It hurts to move, or sit up straight,
can’t sleep at night, ‘mind’ working late.
My breathing struggles, I hear the wheeze,
I wish the tightness, would start to ease.
I’m broken and faulty, do not repair,
My mind is blank, I sit and stare.
Confused and tired, feeling low,
a one-way ticket, off I go.