Depression is a friend of mine
Who comes around when I’ve the time,
To think about what might have been,
And lack the strength to start again.

It comes and goes without a care,
Of who or what or when or where
I am, or even who I’m with,
It comes along, it is a gift.

A gift that’s given to myself,
Assembled from my mental shelf,
Of promises and broken dreams,
Of chances lost and other things.

Built from regret and glued with hate,
Stitched with grief and bound by fate,
Stained by choice and shattered hope,
Makes me wonder, how I cope.

It nestles down inside my head,
And smothers all the things I’ve said,
About ‘caring not what others say’
Or ‘I’ll be happy again, someday.’

It ruins thought and stifles smiles,
It lingers on as I drive miles
Between the places I must go,
Stealing time and what I know.

When it looms inside my head,
My mind goes blank and what I’ve said
And all I’ve learnt is soon forgotten
Heart in mouth, taste is rotten.

When it will go, a broken spell,
Or if it will return, I cannot tell,
Instead I try to clear my mind,
Live for the moment, delaying time.

Richard Way - 1995

I've been kind of brain dead for a while. This seems to happen to me when ever I get emotionally destroyed by something in my life. I think I'm recovering now, although I guess you can never be sure. I started this blog last year to try to bring myself some outlet to release the tensions in my head, then they got so bad, I couldn't continue posting.

But fortunately, the blog is still here, and so am I. So I'm going to start again.

I'm writing things to post, and will be doing so shortly.

thanks for baring with me.