Depression - A Monologue

I'm going to fall asleep now.
I'm going to dream.
I want to not be bleak now.
I'm on the balance beam.

My eyes, they start to burn now.
My eyes release some tears.
My hands, it is their turn now.
My hands, they shake with fear.

Empty cans litter the floor,
gathering dust like empty dreams.
Of split tears, there are more,
staining clothes with torn-up seams.

Night and day are one now
in this place where sadness reigns
but at least you're having fun now
in this world of twisted games.