Forecast For Me Poem by Matt Burgett

I'm cold but I do not care
To all of you reading I am so sorry
Too depressed it is not fair
I only wish I could tell you not to worry

But to that point and passed
Weighing me down with hopes to die
days go on without notice from me
As in my bed all day I lye

No food but that forced down
I never leave to go to town
I never ask for this or that
I never reply from the place I'm at

The help that I seek
I just can't seem to find
My body is getting week
A helpful soul would be so kind

Support to get me passed
And to lift me high enough
A friend to get a smile
I'm tired of all this stuff

The emotion I have left to fight
Goes by with every letter
Locked forever within this write
The forecast shows things get no better