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.
Such a delightful sunny day,
Perfect for frolicking in the park.
But I’m at work being self-destructive,
For my mind and soul are dark.
Middle of the night, I reach out
To find her sleeping next to me.
I softly sigh as she starts to purr,
My world is right, sweet Sammy.
Weather’s warm, the sky is blue,
Perfect chance to finally unwind.
Alas, I cannot taste the kiss of peace,
For the storm that rages in my mind.
Been through lots of awful stuff,
Everyone has, in their own way.
But now that I have burned quite out,
May I please just fade away?