I Bid You Goodnight

Depression speaks.

I BID YOU GOODNIGHT

Go ahead, dump on me.
I’m as far down as I can be.
It will not matter what you say,
cause I feel like dying anyway.

Nothing seems to happen on cue
no matter what I say or do.
Things are worthless, people crass.
It seems the world can kiss my ass.

I even feel my loving God
is punishing me with staff and rod.
Comfort not derived from this,
your Christian-ease does not bring bliss.

Under the covers I run and hide.
Your presence I want not by my side.
Shadows lurking, threatening rain…
I believe I must be going insane.

Howling wind and pounding hail
accompany me when I set sail.
So I choose to remain lying still:
down a shot, and pop a pill.

Maybe this will be over soon,
this meager life of pain and doom.
But I see no fairies, and no bright light.
So to all you folks: I bid you goodnight.