Darkness

Been falling into depression again and writing about it always helps me get it off my chest.

Imagine the lowest place that you can be

Trapped in a darkness you can’t exceed

Searching within it for some form of relief

Yet even in your passions you find no release

Falling so far within it that you seem to have lost your beliefs

Desperately searching for some sort of peace

Only to end up with yet another, “ I’d rather be deceased”

Every part of you recognizing an all to common disease

Yet pushing it aside for fear of looking weak

The darkness confirming that even your best efforts would prove bleak

The darkness telling you you’re worthless, a voice that does not cease 

Yet somehow you always convince yourself that it is all within your head

In spite of the fact that each time you begin to stress

It comes back around again to remind you it would end if you were dead

This darkness rooted within you so deep that you begin to doubt even this promise

Feeling no joy in living, nor find in death solace

So instead you find yourself every morning struggling to get out of bed

Hoping nothing more but for the day to end

Just so the cycle can begin again.

Just to find yourself back in the darkness again.