Depression Desert
The desert is an awful place to be
There is no one to talk to but me
The Sun feels like fire in my soul
A place where only cactus grows
Wind-swept grains of sand hit me
Enter my skin and make me bleed
Thirst for water and some company
To quench my throat and my sanity
Desert nights are so cold when alone
Nobody is there to warm your bones
Howling wolf sounds in the distant air
Shivering skin as at a dead fire, I stare
I am stuck in depression where I lie
The desert is an awful place to die