Consumption

by Jonathan Shoemaker
(Lowell, MA)

The depression consumes me,
I hate this life.
when will this end?
not tonight.
my palms are getting colder,
my mind is beginning to blur.
I cant stand what I'm turning into,
I cant take this any more.
when will this end,
when will i die.
my happiness is gone,
my kindness is beginning to dry.
I'm getting a lot meaner,
and I know the reasons why.
my tears are getting warmer,
my eyes are getting dry.
I'm beginning to hate all around me,
I cant take these lies.
so here I am now,
about to hit the ground.
What's left for me?
nothing but a frown.