Trying to get rid of it, to become happier, sucks even more.
Walking down the road, thinking about life, I begin to realize, I’ve lost my soul, bit by bit, not sure when, depression settling into its place.
I think about life, sober, not now though, I’ve been drinking cheap beer, which gets me thinking even more, realizing what life is about.
Sober, I walk down the road, thinking about life, the beginning, way before I became an adult, I go back into time, to a “better” place.
Is this time, right now, the better time, going farther down the hill, will life get worst? Better?
Depression sucks, it makes you look at life in darker light.
I try to get happier, which is tough, when the negative outranks the positive.
Will life get better?
People say so.
Others say no.
I try to keep positive, but it’s tough, the mind starts to think about other things, the negatives outrank the positive.
Then other days, the positive outranks the negative, those days are the best, I skip down the road, singing a song of happiness and light.
The bad times disappear.
Right now, I am depressed, for no reason. The mind goes into the dark places, nothing cheers me up, even the beer doesn’t, the booze flows through me and disappears into the air.
Life sucks, move down the hill, the world keeps punching me in the guts, hard and with no love.
Then the next day, life kisses me with passion and love, embraces me and I love it.
Then back to bad.
Kick, punch, hate me, then the next, embrace, up, down, I hate it, I love it…
I wish life would make up its mind, to embrace me, love me, it sucks when it hates me.