Looked around, there’s no one left,
To catch me when I fall.
Wouldn’t want to be rescued anyway,
I seem to have lost it all.
All is lost and in disarray,
My existence is just a charade.
Things I think while dancing,
On the edge of a razor blade.
I’d really like to kill myself,
No hope for me by half.
For if Rick Sanchez can’t even make it,
What possible chance do I have?
An unwanted journey has begun,
From which I’d like to disembark.
My mind has been slowly sliding,
From the light into the dark.
When did I lose my purpose?
Where did I lose my song?
Everything is dark and cold,
I’ve been empty for so long.
2019 was quite the year,
Suffered many hammer blows,
And while I though I hid it well,
My kitten always knows…
Cold, dark and wet today,
I’m getting too old for this crap.
Thankfully rainy days and kittens
Will always make me nap!
You won’t hear it in my voice,
Or see it in my expression.
Because I’ve learned to hide it when
I’ve been bitch-slapped by depression.