The Depressed 1

The Chair I Passed Upon

I sit vacantly alone in the dark in my chair

 

I hope that you are the one who finds me there

 

To see what has become of the pain that you gave

 

That built the path that led to my grave

 

Think about how many times that you made me cry

 

All of the times that you wished that I would die

 

Before you there was Sun and happiness all around

 

After you darkness and loneliness is my only sound

 

Striations of pain running ghostly through my brain

 

No thoughts of you will be buried with my remains

 

I expect no tears to fall or any flowers to be brought

 

As I pay for the destruction that you have wrought

 

By sitting vacantly alone in the dark in my chair

 

I hope that you are the one who finds me there

 

To see what has become of the pain that you gave

 

That built the path that led to my grave