Its that time of year again they say
You know,
when less light fills up the day
The holidays are on their way
I fear its getting bad again I say, while everyone else seems to look the other way
Sleep seems to consume me at all times of the day
Basic tasks seem to exhaust me
And things I once found fun seem to daunt me
Oh why is life always so unfair?
As I muster up my last willpower to brush my hair
I think im depressed, I say with grace
“Oh honey, we all feel that way”
Go outside, enjoy the fresh air
Tragic that your mind is filled with so much despair
Will this ever end I cry?
Perhaps in the spring when the climate becomes more dry
Why is it so difficult to exist
But for my loved ones, I must persist