They aren’t just the winter blues
They lead me down a darkened abyss
From which there is a long lonely return
Many cannot understand nor bare the weight
Of my deep and dark transgressions
Inside this world of winter’s blight
I often lose sight of the brightest of lights
For an internal dark still remains
No matter how many times I struggle to be free
It gathers me up and makes the dark beast of me
I know it must be hard to comprehend
Hard to compare
To the Winter blues
Most share
But as I try to explain
Please don’t take it as complain
For they aren’t what you might always see
What might make you weep, cry or scream out
For inside my head I do this too
But often at an exhaustively fast rate
In the manic of minds
It tears at my soul
And I bleed out
From each mistake
I make
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