Melancholy

[Theshindigs]

Melancholy
"Ouch!"
I cried
As you walked swiftly by
your silver tongue had cut my side
I took this chance to run and hide-
and hide, and hide, and hide for days
as this wound festers and this pain stays
this cave of melancholy I've come to love
and seclude myself from those above
.
.
More than once I've thought of leaving,
I'd throw this cloak from my shoulders
and wash this blood from my hair
but why should I be responsible
when it's life that's unfair?
.
.
So I lay in my rags
and weep for my pain
I cry out to god
but it all stays the same.
I look at myself but can't remember my name
my face is bruised and disfigured
the result of my shame
I've become my own prison
bound by my own chains.