Psychache

Depression

Psychache

 

Night falls fast here

Where angels fear to tread

And death is always near

 

The world’s slings and arrows fall

But I do not care

They mean nothing at all

 

My psychache is my woe

Deep and troubled waters

From my soul do flow

Reviews

[DiMar4u]

i can totally feel this, it identifies with so many unexplainable thoughts and moments that seem to feed my loneliness....