Hard Times.

The sun doesn’t shine on me anymore.
Only acid rain on me does pour.
Coldness numbs my broken soul.
Depression darkens my thoughts as black as coal.
Lie awake all day and lie awake all night.
This feeling of hell is hard to fight.
My future looks backwards and looks bleak.
No forward cure my sick mind does seek.
Devilish voices shout inside my head.
As i lie upon my body fluid stained bed.
Outside is a place i now never go.
To me outside is my worldly foe.
Here i lie in a state of pain.
All over me pours acid rain.
To you all i say do have a goodnight.
On my skin devilish bed bugs do bite.