Depressions coccoon

By Debborah Jensen

Tendrils of depressions coccoon reach out to my brain,

WTF is going on I hate this Fucking Pain.

I smile when I feel sad, and laugh when I want to cry.

I live life everyday, when I feel inside I've died.

All Around me problems , they ask my advice.

Who am I to tell them, when I'm encased in ice.

Cold is the pit that has enveloped me,

Only in this little lerick do you really see.

I am sad and lonely, the sun outside is bright.

Put on my mask, head out the door continue in the fight.