She's All Alone Again

I'm alone..

On my own..

My thoughts are beginning to drift...

As my mental processes begin to shift..

Why am I alive,

When all I want to do is die?

Is there a such thing of being truly free of depression?

Or will I be ensnared forever by it's unbreakable bonds?

I carefully analyze these questions..

That my mind thinks of so fond..

They're constantly blazing throughout my tormented mind,

When the long day begins to unwind..

Surrounded by darkness while in a room of purely lit,

Surrounded by people but feels truly alone,

When will happiness finally hit?

I long for my life to take on a happier tone.

As I type the icy air clings to me,

Reminding me of my misery.

In th freezing air I shiver,

Waiting for true happiness to be delivered.