This is
A message
From your favourite
Depressive
To say all
Is well with me
Here’s hoping
It lasts
That those days
Have passed
And I don’t drive
Into a tree
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
How do I give you up
My drug of choice
You don’t stand a chance
Whispers a voice
One by
one the
leaves
have
fallenAnd I
can no
longer
see your
shadowI
suppose
it is
Autumn
after allAnd all
hope
I must
now
forego