DIAGNOSED: Dysthymic

Without company, I crawl
To complete my self control.
So, like every other day
I can swallow some more pain.

When the scars don't want to heal
When the sun doesn't want to shine,
I try not to feel -
But I can't shut down my mind.

When the hurt won't go away,
When I just can't escape,
There's nothing to do,
When there's nobody but you.

The tears stopped flowing long ago-
Now I just lay down and I ache.
The dreams just bring pain,
Memories I can't escape.

No matter how far I run,
No matter what the doctor prescribes
The problems don't shrink,
They just get harder to hide.

I look to the bottle for my support
the monotony of these ugly thoughts
Gets too much to take.
My psycholigical state:
Too little treatment, too late.

Maybe this is fate.

** thanks for reading.