the depression

someone thinking about suicide

The Depression


I was tired of trying
And always coming up short
It seemed like evil wins too often
Thinking too much of
Packing it in and giving up
Then one lonely night
After too much booze
And feeling more than
A little depressed
I put a revolver to my temple
Laying the weapon down
I started to cry
When I woke up
The following morning
I trudged through another day