Damsel Or Knight

I have been fighting back the demons of depression. I feel it growing deeper each day. Every night I begin to fear the next morn. Not knowing if I can be strong enough. Or will I just give up the fight. For each morning I return to the ladder to begin my climb. No longer wanting to struggle, my grip is loosening My heart just wanting to stay within the void. Avoiding the repetitive emotions that come with each day No miracles even coming close to its form. My heart is waning, I know longer feel the need to care. I just want to shut out the world, to sit alone in the darkness. To lie awake non-moving, not wanting to hear, to see, to feel, to speak I fear that I am losing control. Loneliness, hopelessness, beginning to grow. I do not cry. The tears are frozen behind my eyes. Where once lived a fighting knight is now replaced with a damsel. Trapped in a dungeon just willing for a way out.