Today, I don’t want to get out of my bed
For today I’m a prisoner inside my own head
Crippling thoughts deceivingly wrap around my spine
In the same way that ivy clings to the vine
As I lay there lifeless, like a corpse in a grave
Society will say ‘cheer up’ or ‘be brave’
But they do not know the torture inside
The reason I’m longing to run away and hide
Day by day I face the arduous task
Of pretending I’m fine whilst wearing a mask
I smile, I laugh, and I may even joke
Yet nobody knows that inside I’m broke
I wish it were a dream so I could wake and be fine
Instead I submerge my thoughts in a river of wine
Each sip I take I begin to drown in despair
Fighting, suffocating, gasping for air
I make it to the surface and take a deep breath
Still I feel no relief only a fantasy of death
My mind is a maze and is constantly lost
I yearn to escape whatever the cost
So what does it look like my depression?
It looks like nothing but feels like an obsession
Obsession that one day maybe I’ll be free
From the destructive thoughts that paralyse me
