Life Of Sad Song

They tiptoed into my life,

And turned it into a sad song;

Every night as I tried to sleep,

The stars mocked my tears.

Sticky and silent–they flowed,

Never did I bother wiping them away;

With vacant stares and muffled screams,

I looked at the familiar ceiling.

Anxiety knocked and depression crept in,

Only to bully my smiles.

The melancholy played on loop;

With crests and troughs of mania.

They had a pleasant stay,

While I managed my sanity all along.