Depression

It's one of those hopeless days
where I wake up
wanting the best
but knowing in the end
there will be a void
that won't be filled.
Less and less is said--
a slow disconnect--
I can't feel anything
but teardrops;
it's raining,
my lonesome sorrow
stretches for miles,
silent expectency
awaiting disappointment,
a self-fulfilled prophecy.
I needn't roll out of bed,
it's all in my head,
the scenes play out
and I lose sleep
over nothing and everything
all at once.