It’s the same with me
Same routine every day
Nothing ever changes
Sometimes it’s just so tempting to run away
My world carries on turning
I just don’t participate
Life is passing me by
But the sad thing is I don’t retaliate
I know I’m lucky to have the things I do
But my mind is unable to think outside its box
I take for granted a great many things
Depression poses such a formidable lock
I just want it to all go away
I want the staleness to end
I often pray for angels to steel me away in the night
But in a strange way illness is my friend
I don’t know what the future holds for me
There is no clear pathway labelled and signed
I have many ambitions and aspirations
But they are pushed to the back of my mind
