From the depths of my own mental bog
Depression�s poisons spread within
Whispers creeping like an evil fog
Echoes mirror my every sin
Into me pierce my harsh, cruel eyes
And that bitter, spiteful face
My thoughts and dreams to criticize
My own hateful visage is my disgrace
My mortal enemy has grown,
Although only my mind can see
The hand that deals my pain�s my own
For only I hate me
My darkest thoughts become commonplace
As do delightful dreams of suicide
Fantastic fantasies of death replace
Those feelings I once mistook for pride
Emotions like fear and jealousy
Obscure the only pleasures I�ve had
I think it�s all a conspiracy
And the suspicions drive me mad
I am at battle constantly
Warring thoughts inside my head
I await the outcome graciously
To lay me in my eternal bed