A disease encompasses its victim

Till death do you part

One way or another

Constant sadness

A perpetual rain cloud

Pouring down

But not just on your parade

On everyone and everything

Surrounding you

A dysfunction to the brain

A warzone in the mind

That has endless fatalities

Lives upon lives

Being taken

Although the enemy is

Yourself

The person you look at in the mirror

Turned against herself

Yet there is no

Cure

No end to the war

No matter how many times you scream

No truce

Drugs can only do so much

They make living bearable

Not a pleasure

Not a life anyone would choose to

Live

Who would want to live a life

Where smiles are deceptions

Problems are held within

And joy

Oh, joy

An extremely rare

Yet desired phenomenon

That only comes in a

Little

Orange

Prescription

Bottle

From CVS

Who knew you could buy a bottle

Full of joy

From CVS

It’s a storm cloud that acts as a

Freight train

Knocking down anyone or anything

That stands in its way

Sure as hell knocked me to the

Ground

Seeing and witnessing the

Progressive destruction

Of the ones I love

My happy little family of

Three

But I’m just a bystander

What’s worse

Being helpless

Watching all hell break loose

Or being the storm cloud’s target

Because there’s

No running

No hiding

No escaping

As if it’s density

And not a fate you want to be

The victim of