Can't cry if I try
The tears try to form despite the arresting Effexor.
I am unhappy with my situation
I used to be hopeful
I was effective
People counted on me and I was respected
Now I earn money for nothing
Felling sad and sorry for myself
Depressed and lonely I am hardly useful
My car is dirty and my room messy
I trip on stuff scattered on the floor
An example of my life
Ruined and strewn across the carpet
Its fabric more resilient than me.