Dead trees on a monochrome monday

I’m trying very hard not to get depressed. I’ve been more bouyant recently but have met with a bump in the road. I feel some anger, but like all good depressives I’m managing to direct a good proportion of it inwards. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

I feel like Nick Drake, that my life’s a mistake
a dark and fathomless sound
I don’t like to say that I’m feeling ok
so I’m counting the days to go down