Melancholy

Does it truly matter?

I try to run, 

But it all blends together.

One day to the next.

I could sit here

And calculate my next move.

But in the end death will always have the game.

I can continue on,

But eventually I will fall to something worse than death.

Wallowing in grief,

Grasping for air in the suffocating sea of depression.

Hoping some stray boat will save me from the end.

Cocktails of drugs circulating my system,

Locking up all my freedom of emotions.

When the short time comes,

The one before the next shot of cocktails

I will cry in agony.

A light has to shine.

I have opened Pandora's Box;

Yet, no hope flutters out.

Just endless disease and infection.

A gun?

A rope?

An overdose?

A jump?

So many ways to stop it all.

Author's Note

Just comment, I've been gone for awhile. I am openly BiSexual now. I would love to hear your comments.

Reviews

[saroosh]

wonderful!!!

[Felicity's Eve]

I've felt this before. A lot. It was wonderfully written and made me really think and reminisce. Very nicely done. A true display of emotion. :)