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.
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