In My Darkest Hour

In my darkest hour,
I find the color black appealing.
Not because it's modern and trendy,
But because it's how I'm feeling.

In my darkest hour,
I delay all my appointments.
I feel so horrible of the promises I've made,
And the total disappointments.

In my darkest hour,
I'm cynical and vein.
It's sunny and it's beautiful,
And I'm stranded in the rain.

In my darkest hour,
All the horrible things come to mind.
All the monsters of my past
I tried to leave behind.

In my darkest hour,
I'm a weeping willow.
Wet and sad and soggy
With my face buried in the pillow.

In my darkest hour,
I'm incompetant and lazy.
Bad moods spread like wild fires,
Making everybody crazy.

In my darkest hour,
I'm strange and apathetic.
My mind mind is somewhere else.
My body is here and pathetic.

In my darkest hour,
I decide not answer the phone.
I don't want anyone to catch this mood.
I just wanna be alone.

In my darkest hour,
I feel stranded in a maze.
But I know I'll get through it,
An hour is only phase.