Depression sucked the poetry from me
I\'m doing better, but still
My brain is a fog most of the time
Still struggling up that hill
It\'s a chore to live sometimes
But I don\'t want to die
Have a lot of life to live
Sometimes I\'m not sure why
Pristine snow and a darkened sky
Are my friends, don\'t you know?
I wonder the fun I\'ll have
When spring and summer show
What I\'d give for a sunbeam
Just one, just for a moment
It gets dark so early
It\'s my daily torment