Lost Passions.

They Had me drowning neck deep in depression

Stuck in the pattern of letting my mind drift.

Cant keep pace with it.

Feeling defeated when i’m faced with it

Sitting here,

Not in control of where my mind’s racing

Too caught up in wishing for better days

And instead of mending what remains

I’m struggling to make the pen hit the page

It’s a shame

Trying to move away from my fucked up ways

Depression took its took on my wounded soul

I Was Contemplating

Making these my last days

I felt as fragile as glass vases

I made the darkness my own

The bane of my own existence

You brightened my world

Unlocked my chambers of secrets

Happiness no longer toying with me

It’s placed itself in the fingertips of my reach

Just gotta focus on it

Break the paradigm of self pity

Make the most of this