Depression’s Embrace
Welcome to my hollow place,
where pills can’t lift me up.
Despair is my only friend,
and loathing holds my hand.
Tear soup feeds me.
Anguish envelops anxious thoughts.
Cloaked in wretchedness
and bathed in gloom.
Welcome to my dreadfulness,
where melancholy is a sport-
pity, just a game to play,
and misery hugs me tight.
