Prevailing Depression

Who could truly understand That dreadful lonesome feeling Only I can really comprehend This forlorn emotion coursing through me Help! for the voice of vitriol is sinking me in despair What will be of me, when the hour hand struck five? Tumbling so fast, on rocky ground I land Allies and rivals onlookers of derision laugh as I try rising and keep keeling Their words like sharp darts,pierce my heart and I wish it to end suffering in deafening silence,even my sidekicks choose to flee alone and lonely for everyone has a problem and no one seems to care Away from me! this voice which says "you are not worth it,you don't deserve to thrive" walking by the preachers house, I hear him say "you are worth more than many sparrows" and because HE cares you can withstand Although their jab hurts I will stop squealing This is me, unusually peculiar I don't need to pretend Never will I allow my woes diminish life's glee I am significant, though broken and in need of repair I do deserve a chance in life Self love hurt not and in it I find the strength to take a stand Although I have been burnt, like a Phoenix I will rise and be willing To let myself heal, oh yes! Let bygones be My soul of pain I shall purge to relish the cleansing morning air The hour hand struck five, I made it to dawn alive