INTO THE VOID
By C Wynter

It's hard trying to find peace when you're surrounded by chaos,
Say a prayer will you? does God answer the lost?,
I am sure someone will say yes, depression screams out a pained no,
Watching detached from it all it, I wonder where I am as I wander where I go,
It seems my path is a circle, a jagged one at that,
I try to do my grounding, shaky as I try my best to distract,
It's been years like this, I did not practice for this kind of destruction,
So hard on yourself some say, no near perfect, where is my salvation?,
I don't sleep anymore not unless I can lose myself in these pills,
Gotta be careful of that though but there's such peace in no will,
Don't wanna bother anyone, I clutch my piece's in so tight,
Yet maybe I will be better if I lose all hope and all sight,
Don't utter such words!, they'll dope you up for more dopamine!,
A temporary aid of sorts, are these the things that now defy me?,
I feel empty, I'm able to mask in a split second,
May just be a downward spiral, major depression up to itself,I reckon,
I don't know anymore, injection, meds and we repeat,
I feel myself falling apart as I creep towards an odd sense of defeat.

© C.Wynter