This is a cheerful little number that kind of describes the depression I go through and have been going through a lot this year. I don't even know why. It just happens. Anyway, this is how it goes.


Black Dog of Depression

The anger. The sadness. The loneliness-

Longing

For something you don't even know that you want.

The bitterness. Jealousy. Hatred and rage,

And the guilt that destroys you and keeps you tight bound.

The feeling of hopelessness,

Twisting and turning at midnight

When sleep comes and goes as it pleases,

And tricks you and fools you and makes you believe

that each small ache or pain comes from killer diseases.

And talking to someone- they say that it helps

but you don't want to talk about what's deep inside you.

Because these days it seems as though everyone's busy and everyone has

their own hardships to deal with.

Notice me, notice me, here, I'm on facebook,

telling the world that I just bought some shoes!

And a nice glass of wine at the end of the day says yes! I've worked hard!

I deserve to drink booze!

But-

Anger. And sadness. And loneliness-

Longing

For something you don't even know that you want.

These are the things that we must never speak of-

Black Dog of Depression, my own faithful hound.