my sorrow won't go away
like the sun that rises
it comes back everyday
I wear smiles for disguises
I really hate you life
I am married to depression
she is my bitch of a wife
I see no other way to cope
my lifeless mind with little hope
can't see happiness with a telescope
the sweet dreams die in the
realities's nightmare that is sour
the weed of sorrow chokes away
the happiness of the flower
the sweet taste of the fruit
has now become a taste of rotten
and all the things happy forgotten
like the journey that begins in the womb
and always ends breathless in the tomb
maybe it just has never occurred
I feel this way, because I lack
the love that is the word