So many people seem to care

I have always had someone there

But the loneliness is still inside

There are dark days I cannot bare

Nothing in my past should make me this way

So many others have a reason

I don't know what to say

I'm just in my depressive season

Because I don't have trauma

Does it make it any less real

I have a loving Ma and Pa

But there is something inside that will not heal

It makes me feel a waste

While other experience abuse or rape

In my mouth an ashen taste

A picture of my damage I cannot shape

It's makes me sink even further

Cause there is no deep scar

Nothing horrendous by my father

No abuse that would Mar

So is this just me naturally

A depressive man searching spirituality

Was I was created so haphazardly

Somehow that's a greater travesty.