Hazardous Waste Of Depression

This world keeps holding me down

I’m inches away from six feet in the ground

I’m too deep and too tired to dig myself out

My bright and optimistic life, is full of darkness and doubt

I’ll never be whole, never again, not this time

looking for a way off this world, is what I want to find

I won’t.... No I can’t force another smile

I don’t care, don’t see a future anymore

It been like this for quite a while

Why should i try...what for

I take a step forward and pushed back ten

I’ll never be where I was, ever again

It seem that everybody’s life matters, but mine

Why am I wasting Air, Space and Time

I’m always hurting, I’m always the burden

I feel cursed, because nothing is working

It will not get better, someday...

Good fortune never come my way

Everyone has advice, I listen to what they say

but my debt to this world is too large too pay.

The only one that will do for you, is your self

But when I don’t even want to give myself any help

I’m Not mopin or crying to get attention

I’m just filled with toxic, hazardous waste of depression

By Gary Agurries

@Dream