Dysthymia

Sickness of depression

Restless days
Into restless nights
I don’t say
Upon what I fight

Tired of trying
Inside I’m blind
I’m slowly dying
Inside my mind

What is my strive
To keep me not to die
Why am I alive
Time just goes by

What is my success
I don’t see anything
I’m filled with stress
And pain is all I bring.

I’m better off dead
I’m a waste of space
I’m in my death bed
Death is all I chase.