Depression: My Cruel Lover Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

I sit alone and quietly mope, a black cloud o'er my head...
I feel so cold, alone, and my heart fills up with dread...
Here in the darkness of night I feel so wonderfully free...
But tomorrow I must venture out into society...
Slipping on this crumbling mask and giving them a show...
Charming them with easy lies; how low must I go?
It's times like these in life that make my day so gray...
It's days like these that make me ache, and yearn to slip away...
I sing and dance, put on this show, and wear an easy smile...
But inside I just want to scream and sink to the cold tile...
Spill my blood and watch it mingle with my lonely tears...
Slowly draining life from me and loosing all my fears...
Weary smile and tired laugh; I chase away those notions...
Depression can be such a wicked, wonderful emotion...