• Years ago, in my pseudo-depression
    I had thought that I could have it no worse.
    'Lo and behold, this brings that to question,
    and I must observe, as it runs its course.

    The years past must have been preparing me,
    w'ever little I think it assisted
    I'd be crazy if I wasn't ready
    to take on the emotions I've listed.

    As I fight to try and stay positive,
    the thread of my sanity unravels.
    That it's to be fixed is imperative,
    Ere I dwindle in dribbles and drabbles.

    As you can tell, I do not feel well,
    How deep is my well and who can I tell?