Depression

Inside a corner of my heart

There lives a child so small

Not wanted, nor never loved

Trampled dejected deserted

Alone, and so forlorn

Would it better that I were dead.

Or never born at all.

Should such pain ever be endured?

Anxiety Depression and hurt,

Worthlessness all around

Such acrid days are mine

Like dark rolling clouds

Of an endless night

No sun for me shall shine.

O that I could turn back

the hands of time

And love me, just for myself

but no pity  do I find!

Dear god! Why me?  Why... I cry

What awful sin did I commit?

That fate is so unkind

And Shall I live to see the dawn

and the rising of the sun.

And shall my shadow, dance with joy

with the easing of my pain.

Or, has some cruel fate decreed

that I must die by my own hand

A lost... abandoned one!

ShirleyG  ©