Sense Sonnet - Acher

Down Time

It's depressing when I recall
My past - so angry and alone,
Not sharing any love at all,
An addict whose bad seeds were sown.
It's depressing now, taking pills
To try to chemically make
Moody mountains into molehills.
How many pills will that job take?
It's depressing thinking ahead,
Of all the things that could go wrong,
Of fears far worse than being dead,
Of living life too sad - too long.

It's depressing trying to guess
Why I'm so easy to depress.