Depression
Swallowing pills
To numb the pain.
Ain’t got much joy,
But at least no more pain.
They kick-in quickly
Befuddling my brain.
People like me
Are the reason for rain.
Met the Devil
Down a dreary avenue.
I had no soul to sell,
So away I flew.
I’m so sick of this shell;
Feeling so blue;
This season in hell;
Daily déjà vu…