Depression

Again my brain is doing its thing
where it stomps on my feelings
and makes me put every little thing
through a sieve
funneling my fun into little bits of lunacy
making my enjoyment
less and less.
my eyes are ripping holes in the sky with the moon
and letting the stars escape them and run down my face
twinkling in their sadness
and falling to the floor
in drips that no one can wish on.