This depression pulls at me.
I sink down, I suck in.
I hold everything till my arms ach.
I hold the pain, the shame.
I hold my pride, close to my sides.
I try to keep it tight, the weight I can not fight.
I have no strength to hold these things.
I have no arms to keep it.
I progress when I let it go,
but my arms are cramped, they do not move.
Lord release my grip.
Release my sorrow,
Come close to my heart, so to go on with tomorrow.