Depression

I awoke crying in despair,

maybe it was the dream,

I felt the bodily pain, the violent emotion

ravaging my body.

What's the point I thought, another day of

long lonely hours of discomfort and discontent.

What am I moaning about? Others are far,far

worse off.

Yet I walk in my shoes,

I don't like the style or the colour.

All day to do as I please - PLEASE help me to

have a life, a purpose, meaning.

He does a full days work then turns into my

nursemaid. It's definately not what we had

planned.

Maybe he resents what i've become, I know I do.

Maybe he still loves me anyway.