ALAS

ALAS

This depression has hit me rather rigorous tonight,

As you read this, let it be known this isn’t fiction I write,

This is the truth as unkind as it can be,

With trembling hands my disease has got the best of me,

It is unsympathetic, not allowing me to enjoy life,

God, I’m not certain as to how much more I can take of this strife,

I try my all to be positive and unto others I give,

Yet in the waning hours of this night, I simply don’t want to live,

Once a life full of promise, I now see myself as a mere mockery,

I have lost myself in so many ways throughout such debauchery,

I no longer recognize he who stares at me in the mirror,

If only my mind weren’t so muddled maybe things would be clearer,

I don’t want to live like this anymore, I simply want to die,

But I cannot harm myself and there are so many reasons why,

I’ve lost my spirit and I’ve lost my will,

Does anyone out there relate to how I feel?

I need a hand to reach out to me like never before,

I mean it in all sincerity as the tears begin to pour,

One by one they drip from my face,

I know not what to do to get out of this place,

This state of mind,

That myself did find,

Worry not, for these are emotions I face each day,

I simply wanted you all to know that for a while this is all I have to say,

Hopefully with some time it will all pass,

Until then, these are my words alas...

-brad