The Battle With Depression

I feel unwanted feelings creeping up on me Soon I will be drowning Sorrow Fear Anger Jealousy Isolation Despair Depression thrives on these emotions As I fight to break through to the surface Depression wraps her deathly cold fingers around me and pulls me further away from the light shining on the surface So I take up a blade and cuts her The amount of cuts depends on how strong Depression is Sometimes it takes only one or two cuts for her to release her grip for a short time Other times she will be covered in cuts After the release I break through the surface ….… I put away my blade And tend my wounds With one last glances at the girl in the mirror One last glance at the girl with barely a flicker of light in her eyes One last glance before I put on my mask to hide my battles with a smile