Depressed poetry (old School)

"here"

Here I am again, lost in time.
Trying to find a reason and trying to write a rhyme.

Trying to find a reason not to want to die.
Trying to find a way to prevent my inevitable night time cry.

What's left for me in your world?
What's left of you in mine?

There's nothing left-
except delusions,
eluding me with time.