I’m tired of being tired

    depressed for being depressed

when will my time come

    where I will finally at last be

happy for being happy

Fill my empty heart and soul with the warmth of your love,

For I shall hold onto it for all eternity

Puzzle

Cut these wrists and let the physical take over the emotional,

release the endorphins that make life worth enduring

Cover the wound and put on a sweater,

hope that the cut doesn’t bleed through

Put on a fake smile and walk outside like every other phony out there,

and no one will no the difference…

chill wind blows as my withering heart slows

darkness begins to cloud over while my dissipating vision goes asunder

mind in a boggle seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling as my life flashes before me

yet all my senses only tell the story of the life I once had with

you.