There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

The words on the pages blur Fading away in a mist A mist of tears, floods In a waterfall, Like so many drops of blood

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

My hopes have turned into air I simply could not care Spring is here My time is near Depression’s terrible snare

The smile hides the tears The laugh conceals the pain The jokes save them from his suffe… “I’m fine” he says “I’m okay” he says

Is it dark? Or am I blind? The spirals of encroaching night Betray the trust of the light. Shadows wail beyond the mist

What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

He is lost Alone Is he dead? Is he alive? Trembling hands

I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,