Forsaken

A brief description of depression

Among offerings burnt, cast aside, left to rot
I wallow and wonder,
cry out and I falter,
Forsaking what was my own,
and reaping what I've sown,
Dwelling in the sorrow of lonely gods, mourning what they are not.

Crying for help, deaf ears, they've burned
With eyes too empty to see,
hearts too tired to beat,
Please, tell me I'm not alone.
A loving god wouldn't let this go on.
But into the dark I fall, drowning in the living-death I've earned.

Son, you've done this to yourself
Love, I won't do this anymore,
Friend, admit that you are broken,
And the soul within aches and rusts,
vibrant emotions collecting dust,
a sea of heartfelt wealth,
Cast aside like a w***e,
So many things left unspoken.

Empty, and alone,
Like a soul torn asunder,
With no heart to call a home,
I weep and I wonder,
Whether to answer the all-consuming beck,
So, forsaking what's my own
I turn the scythe toward my neck,
And Reap just what I've Sown.

Reviews

[minisla]

Great description love the lines "Friend, admit that you are broken,
And the soul within aches and rusts, " I can understand this