Depressive Love Story*

I wish that this were an illness for which I could take pill
That I would swallow and digest and no longer be ill
But this is more like a virus that attacks me with intentions to kill
The abnormal cells are growing, they are growing still.

My muscles contract grappling these suicidal feelings
My heart is drying up it is downright peeling
To GOD I plead and I pray, as I am kneeling
Please cure me now and let me begin my healing

But my eyes look straight forward with a blurry vision
My body ventures out with no definite mission
My feet take steps into consecutive collisions
My mind races through this maze of decisions

I don't know what to do, I run out of to hide my stress
My soul is arranged into a total mess
I need to vent and get this off of my chest
This reverie of thoughts I can no longer repress

It has been a very long time since I first got sick
It's unfortuanate that my luck is random my destiny I don't get to pick
Since then my fate sucks the life of me like a starving tick
But don't hospitalize me, I am just a love-struck chick