Depressed Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like crawling under a rock

Wretched and miserable

Tormented and in pain

Almost driven insane

Sometimes I feel like staying in bed

Just to pull the sheets over me

And covering my head

Wishing I was dead

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to cry

To express my deepest sorrow alone in the seclusion of my own mind

When this well of tears might finally run dry

Where I no long have to cry

Sometimes I wish I could crawl away and die

When I see the inequality and suffering in the world

The frightening injustices that humanity embraces

No longer to be haunted by all those suffering faces

Sometimes I wish we were freed from the need for money

When we would do things for each other to help our sisters and brothers

Where the only payment we needed was satisfaction in knowing we helped another

Sometimes I wish we were freed from the need for money

Sometimes I need just a warm embrace

When alone and frustrated, sad or depressed, just a smile from your face

When I feel I have failed you, or failed myself, I need some security

To set this world truly free

Sometimes I need someone in whom I can believe

When I don't believe in myself

When my self-confidence is crumbling away

To sustain me throughout the day

Sometimes I wonder when will I return to dust

Life is so brief to earn your love and trust

Yet I feel like I have been crushed like a flower underfoot

To return to dust and soot

Sometimes I wonder if life is our poem

If each experience is just another line in a poem over time

The first stanza our birth, and the last line written when its time to return to our eternal home

Where our lives are summed up in a simple tome