Battle With Depression

I stare, Eyes glazed over, Tears running down my face Heart racing, Mind chaotic... I feel, The sharp crispness Of the shard As it burns my flesh. The shard (laced in my fingers) Cuts deeper, Slicing Into my pain. Blood dripping One...drop...at A...time... I succumb to relief As my feelings wash with it. I've been gone. Lost, Wrapped up... Broken away from reality. Glancing down, As i make Another swipe I see the shimmering Reflection of White light. I see (for a split second) My friends, My family... My reality. I could sense That white light, Which seemed forever lost, The memories That appear non-existent But those Dark Devilish Demons Take... Over... Again... They crawl Through my pores, Seeping into my blood... Conquering my body, Severing my soul. They, my master.. I, Their puppet... Their toy, Constantly playing their games... They barricade my mind, Focusing my eyes On the shimmering shard, Now creating Another battle wound.