Mental Doors

It follows you It haunts you It hollows you It taunts you It’s a part of you that has no shape It’s the part of you that lets you control your fate Hidden behind mental doors Slowly turning, showing your flaws The word itself hold so much power Yet to get to that point when your choose your final hour Suicide is the savour and the mistake it stops the anger and all that hate yet it end the happiness of whats to come the good time, the better times, all the fun that life can hold if you manage to hold out through a personal hell that no one can count- the damage it can do to an individuals mental state ripping you apart, desiring your ultimate date Depression and sadness are often are mistaken the difference between the two couldn't be greatened As one is temporary and leaves you un-harmed while the other is deadly with a sometimes silent calm As thoughts of death can be invoked And then the smallest actions and words can provoke An avalanche of despair from which one may not emerge At least not unscathed, battered and burned