Musings of a muddled mind 2

The pressure is getting to me
Crushed beneath the weight of my expectations
Feeling myself sinking into the deep and murky depths of depression
And helpless to stop it

Everyday I look in the mirror
I see a shadow of the man I once was, an empty shell
Bruised battered and broken
Each forced smile and empty laugh just pushes me one step further to the edge; the point of no return

In the dead of night
I let the facade fall away
I let the tears fall
My pillow soaked with the tears of my frustration
Hoping someone hears me and cares enough to lend a helping hand
But scared to say how I really feel
I turn to the pills ; my glue
The pills understand
The pills dont judge
The pills take me to a place where I'm free from my anxieties my depression
The pills are my only friend
The pills take me on a journey and if I dont return so be it
There's nothing left to live for anyway.