Tears of Depression
I am so tired,
tired from the unbroken torment of being me.
Being me brought forth anxiety and depression;
and depression embraced the heartache of loneliness.
Loneliness has devoured my discouraged heart,
discouraged heart lost and desolate; achingly I cry.
I cry out in sorrow with silent screams,
silent screams of hidden pain.
Hidden pain trapped in mental unjust,
just fading in a whisper, yearning to die.
To die and sleep the eternal slumber,
slumber in peace, for I am so tired.