‘I hate my life’ my reaction to each new day.

And nothing will make this feeling go away.

Every minute, I struggle to see it through.

I accept this, my depression is nothing new.

 

Lovers, I have none, time is not on my side.

Tears, I have plenty, though all of them I hide.

Some of my very best friends, I no longer see.

The reason why, that’s still a mystery to me?

 

The new life I built for myself, was complete.

But then it all came crashing down to my feet.

I turned things around, had something to live for.

Now, I have to pick up the pieces once more.

 

Is that possible for a second time, I don’t think so?

Not when with each passing day, I feel this low.

The answers, I have none, to help with the pain.

Tomorrow morning, my feelings will be the same