Depression

                                                          
                                                          
                                      Depression is filling the depths of my soul
                                      Twisting it's way within my home
                                      Filling my mind with twisted thought
                                      Oh Lord I ask you is this what I bought
                                      To weave and thread it's lonely way
                                      Warping my life filling my grave.
                                                                      lesa

I wrote this while addicted to Heroin it is further back in my journal but I thought I would bring it forward.. I'm happy to report I no longer feel this way :)))