Acceptance is a double edged sword,
You told me to give up all hope,
Intentions I never considered before,
Heart heaves up and down like an unsteady ski slope.
Should I pray for salvation from the lord?
Should I go shoot some dope?
Depression overtakes me quick as a locust hoard,
And you tell me to get over it- there is no hope.
Slowly opening the door to the rusty Ford,
Life has become too hard to cope,
Drive miles until I reach the beckoning shore,
Wading into the current- I hope no more.