The Dark Room.

I am depressed, i am bluer than a pornographic movie.
All day i lie in bed hidden under my heavy winter duvet.
Darkness engulfs my soul.
My bedroom darker than a lump of coal.
My body unclean.
My sad eyes dark and no longer coloured green.
I eat only thoughts of depression.
My body taught with painful tension.
A bad odour does fill the air.
Into darkness my eyes do stare.
Oh to be well again.
This depression is driving me insane.