Winter Woes

As the weather gets colder; so does my heart


As I don my wool jacket - thats when the doom and gloom starts


My friends turn away as I become nervous


My family seeks help as I tear their spirts down


The spheres that fall white turn my heart black


Black as ebony; only because  of the white snow


The Christmas lights, the holy, and bows only distract me from my woeful abode


Society around me laughs and plays - while I am home, in bed, to stay


Ten hours, twelve hours, maybe even sixteen hours of sleep


Looking for anything; anything at all - to keep the depression from eating me alive

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Comments

SufferingDreamwalker

I love how this is written and what it says, few things I'd change but they would just be my own personal touches.
The feeling it gives is fitting of its name and true to its message.

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