Rolled Outta bed feeling a mess

   The coldness of depressions caress

Nothing’s changed I’m not sure why

I sit here and just want to cry

     I don’t get it I’m doing good

     Times like this wish I understood

         Such high highs

              Such low lows

           All I know is it fuckin blows

Not suicidal but wish I was dead

Their solution, “here take this med”

     Times like this I’m tired of it

     Always feeling like a peice of shit

           I won’t allow to be swept away

           On days like this that are so grey

In bondage from my past life’s shackles

All the while the devil cackles

    The fighter in me won’t let this be

    Desperately I search for good to see

My life has to be more than this

Daily rumination of the things I miss

         Forcing myself

            Possibilities could come

         My only job’s to do nothing dumb

Just focus on one foot then the other

Just focus on helping my sisters & brothers

Written by: Justin Ludwig