Depression

A medication to sleep

A medication to live

The house is a model,

The people are characters.

The drama is the theme,

Joy is artificial,

Almost plastic,

Made in a laboratory.

The plot is based on real facts.

Where is God now?

Love is vast,

Hate is, too.

Pain doesn't fit anywhere,

And it grows each day I live

Thinking of the days I didn’t.

I have no place to go,

No place to belong,

No place to stay.

I don’t fit anywhere.

And so, only now I understand

Those who go and never return.

Perhaps they’ve found there

The place I so long to find.