There were days when
I wished that an asteroid
would hit the earth
and that I would never
wake up
to see another morning
and my depression
stuck my face
to a grey wall
of despair
awaking day
after day
in the prison
cell of
my oh so
hopeless
mind
walking
in circles
my life was
so bad I thought
I could do
eternity in
hell
standing on
my head
and every day
each minute rode
on the back
of a snail
and only
millions of prayers
helped me
escape
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