I want to run, but can only walk,
I want to shout, but can only talk,
I am wrapped up inside myself
Suffering depressive ill health.
Pharmaceutical pills to swallow
Rendering I to be boringly slow -
And I slur in speech, stuttering,
Mumbling and quietly muttering.
Slow stumbling - falling over,
Fighting the sleepy side-effects,
Conversations are a minimum
As I am mentally a continuum
Of sad different characteristics -
Surrounded by bars and bricks.
No comments:
Post a Comment