Depression's Sorrow

Wasted time can never be gained back,
Nor can the love you gave him,
No matter what people say,
You can't help but wonder what you lack,
It is hard to think when everything goes dim,
And you can't tell the night from the day,

A cheater's lie is the demise of love,
The silence of solitude seems too much,
So you start to pray to a God you are not sure is even there,
But proceeds your faith becomes too shy for help from above,
The lower you fall the more you seek for a stranger's touch,
Yet you find out no one can help you bare,

Your innocence is stripped with cocaine and weed,
And alcohol also becomes essential,
First drugs are a want then they turn into a need,
That spot in your heart can't seem to get filled,
Before you know it your holding a gun,
Depression aint much fun,
But you can't chicken out because you've already wrote the letter,

Besides, without you, their lives would be better,
So you pull the trigger,
Death will end the pain you figure,
Yet Satan is deceiving,
And hell's flames are too hot for believing,
Too sad and a little too late,
An eternity in pain is your fate.