A Depressing Poem

I lost my pencil and I need to use a pen
I am starting to think it best not to act like other men
Nice guys finish last, life's proven this to be true
I grabbed my pad to ease my mind
I don't know what else to do
It seems that misery
It follows me, wherever I may roam
And yes my friend, yet again i've written a depressing poem

I want a victory now more than I ever
I try and it feels like never
Down on my luck and everything sucks
I try to gather up the will I have left to fight
I think it best to give it a rest and call it an early night
I try to sleep but torment stirs, my vision blurs and I'm haunted by hollow words
In my slumber time I come to find
It seems that misery
It follows me, wherever I may roam
And yes my friend, yet again 
I've written a depressing poem 

I try to cry and come to find
The ability to ease my mind has crawled away and died
I've given up, quit and wandered astray 
I can't find the words to say!
I'm not telling you not to worry, you definitely should!
If you actually care about me it seems like you would
I've come to terms and except the fact that there is nothing good about me
My light has burnt out and my path is dark and foggy
Those I've fallen for, the ones who left me shook 
Become nothing more than a page in my book
Before you try I can't be saved, I don't even want to be
That's because I know
Wherever I may roam, Misery will follow me
And I will write a depressing poem

By LukeCoomer ©