Sorrow pain, and guilt, over what I feel I've become;
Heartache which causes restless sleep, and tears that freely run.
How did I get where I am today, How did I let myself fall?
To the point I feel there is no hope, and the Lord I no longer call.
How do I change the pattern, of late which has cursed my soul;
How do I pick myself up, and climb out of this hole?
For depresion has a grip on me, sqeezing out my very breath;
As I close my eyes to sleep, I silently wish for death.
Sorrow pain and guilt, feels like it, s crushing me;
Where do I turn, how do I change? so from depresion I may be free?
Am I in a mid-life crises, or is this just my brain?
Telling what I feel is real, and I am really insane.
Dwayne Bailey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-insane/
