Why do I feel like I am falling under the spell of depression,
I do not think I am due for confession,
It may be from this constant self reflection.
Why is my life filled with so many sorrows and regrets,
I bet God refuses to let me forget.
My memories are like parasites on my soul,
Which is always taking a continuous toll.
As I walk down this dark lonely path,
I am forced to do the math.
Either crawl in a corner with a bottle and mope,
Or start to climb this emotional slope.
The odds against me are great,
But a better self defense I am forced to create.
So stand beside me during this monumental task,
And just maybe I will be a able to remove this depressing mask.