STRUGGLE

Everyday, I slip a little farther
Into the murky depths of depression
Sliding, clutching, grasping at nothing
Falling into it's inky blackness
Trying to crawl back up
But tripping and falling still deeper
Crying out, but my pleas fall on deaf ears
Looking for happiness, but the search is endless
Calling to you, but you never hear
I lose my grip as I reach for your hand
It was nearly within my grasp
And you pulled away
I give up the fight
And fall to the bottom of the well



Back to the coffee shop