Depressions Wing

Here I sit with tortured thoughts; I've come to suspect that all is lost.
Alas I've seen depression’s wing landing on my shoulder.
I blankly stare into my life, a pessimist at heart, can't seem to get life right.  I've lost the way, can't seem to climb out of the hole being dug throughout my time.
Left behind that's how I feel, catching up seems to be a big deal.
Alas I've seen depression’s wing landing on my shoulder.
Deep prayers go unanswered, as far as I can tell, I'm convinced I'm all alone and scared as hell, I wonder how much more I can bear.
My wife, she flows like the breeze, the best thing in my life and I want to please,
but all I feel is depression’s wing landing on my shoulder.
So much pain, creativity lost, I want this feeling to go away at any cost, I want to feel depression’s wing flying from my shoulder.