My days are spent wandering the wastelands of my mind
Not sure what the outcome will be for me deep within
Will I ever be happy again, will I remember to be kind
The fun that once filled my heart, is now filled with despair
I meander thru my days with a mask for all to see
The outward me is so false and cold, why is it so hard to care
My soul reaches out for the love it so desperately does crave
But it’s there right in front of me, my love my life my hope
Just out of reach from my beckoning arms across the grave
I feel like I am floating above on my dark rain filled cloud
Sunlight, warmth, Love it’s all here, trapped inside my humanity
My constant companion, depression does envelop me
Like The devils Shroud
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