Theft
There has been a theft
There is nothing left
Everything is gone
I have nothing to lean on
They came during the night
And took everything right
All the things I count on
All of its been withdrawn
I am all alone
With nothing on my side
The thief is my own
I have heard him cry
He takes all that's bad
He takes all that’s good
He takes all you had
He takes all you would
Nothing is left
Nothing is right
Hear my lament:
Depression stole my light
This poem is about:
Me