What Was and Will Be

I had dreams of a day when I would feel okay
I had hopes that after a while, this pain would go away

But all that I'm seeing is the depression get worse
Day after day only proves more of this curse

I reach deep within to see what I can find
Pulling out the roots growing in my mind

But the more I tug and rip, the more I lose control
Sadness like a vice that grips tightly to my soul

This quicksand of a life sucks me inside
Changing my solid earth into a landslide

Falling farther and farther into this routine
Until happy moments are fewer and farther in-between