No day is different from the next,

Every day is the same,

Agony, misery and pain,

But no one knows it but me,

Others look and still can’t see,

The suffering that hunts me

Like pray,

the cloud that drowns all

happiness away,

The isolation that keeps me astray

From others who want me to be OK

And I want to be OK,

But the blues seem to be here to stay,

Robbing me of joy,

as it controls

my emotions,

picking chords

At my soul as I struggle through the motions,

The weight gets heavier by the moment,

Becoming too much to bear,

How can one breathe,

strangled by despair?

How can one be strong?

When all hope is gone.

This day is just like yesterday,

And tomorrow, the same way.