-Jenny-' Blog

Depressions in my life

Within my life there is no more delight

And no more joy

I cannot recognize myself anymore

I am just an illusion of misery

I am tired, pale and waxen

Inside nearly dead

I am nowhere

Don´t know where I am

And where I belong to.

I am like a lost soul

In a swaying flesh

Twelve completely different halves

To whose communication

It might probably never reach

The physicians act their parts

And botch around

But they don´t have anything

That might help me

Look, they let me down

In the darkness of the earth

Oh, it´s knocking on the door

The grim reaper comes.

Jenny Freudenberg