A Dissatisfaction With Things

In short, a poem about growing older while struggling with depression.

Down in the dumps
I know I've been here before
I've got this look in my eyes
And my face on the floor

Don't know why... it is that I come here
It's just a place... a place my mind wanders

Deep and sunk in
My eyes, they open again
But it's so lonely and cold
That I can't see a thing
With a rose colored tint
Instead it all has been singed
A dissatisfaction with things
My mind is at it again

Take me now... and you won't have to deal with me later
I'd do it myself... but I'm hesitant pulling triggers

Thirty-six years
Known this place for the past twenty-three
But I never did seek it
It's something that came to me
And that's why I can't escape
Because it bottles me up
Thirty-six long years and counting
A long time to just self destruct

Don't know why... it is that I come here
It's just a place... a place my mind wanders
Take me now... and you won't have to deal with me later
I'd do it myself... but I'm hesitant pulling triggers