melancholy, my middle name

seems so much easier
to just let my shoulders slouch
and wallow in infinite self-pity.
getting sucked into
the vortex of no return.
draining the very essence
of my utter being.

it's so easy getting into it
yet so difficult getting out
like the proverbial frog
in the well,
i lack the foresight
and the fortitude
to climb above my adversary.

it's addictive.
such an easy way out.
to just stop trying.
trying to be happy.