In a Thousand Pieces

This waking moment.
Feeling worthless.

Stuck in some sort of black hole,
Fighting the death of depression.

I could blame it on this winter chill,
Or these dark day afternoons.

Yet I fathom it's a frightening fear,
My mind is suffocated by stress.

A cloud of hopelessness hovers over me.
Trails of tears as I toil over these troubles.

Shine some solution.

Send something sure.

Savior soundly secure.