Depression sinks in, embedded within deep.
Optimistic, pleasant feelings, extremely hard to keep.
Love lost because of foolish acts I’ve done.
But no one else to blame, I am the only one.
Sickness had its claws in me, wouldn’t let go.
Unfortunately they did, when it was too late though.
Looking back on my life, abused, abandoned, mistreated.
I still find it hard for me to find something to believe in.
So until this moment, I know that I push people away.
So it’s not others, but myself that I betray.
But I’ve fallen in love for the first time in my life.
Was engaged, she was to become my wife.
Then I allowed the devil, to grab a hold, take control.
Crack cocaine robbed me, and others of my soul.
I went down hard; now once again, face my future alone.
Once things so concrete, no longer written in stone.
This sickness, turned me into something I know I am not.
But within its clutches, I was irresponsibly caught.
No one can understand this, or what happened to me.
My ship went down, with no land that I could see.
No preserver was thrown, I was left to die.
Too tired to tread water, too strong to give in.
Now I am in treatment, life still looks grim.
For I’ve lost those that meant the world to me.
But finally, there is now land on the horizon I see.