I'm In A Coffin - Wrist Deep In Depression

Useless…
My thoughts and words
Isolated…
So useless…
My mind,
It is pool of blackness…
A place of despair and isolation
That I have trapped myself in
Lightless…
Hopeless…
I stay locked in my mind
Watching the black waters Lap at the shore I sit on
They call to me…
They say I can not escape…
They tell me to give in
And let them fill my lungs…
I stand at the edge and weep
I can not escape…
Useless…
I wade into the blackness
Until I am wrist-deep in depression
I wade into the cold waters of despair
To let them overtake me