The Dark Cloud

It's like I'm screaming But my voice is on mute It's like an asthma attack I'm in an endless weeze I'm waving my arms around for help But it just makes it harder to breathe It's like I'm standing On the edge of a cliff One foot dangling down One more step And I shall drown It's like getting run over by a car Blood spurts and stains the streets Cars keep passing by No one gets out of their vehicle No one even beeps It's like a razor blade slicing, Tearing through my veins They see my scars But instead of understanding They call me insane It's like living in a pitch, black, darkness When I get a glimpse of the sun I feel so undeserving I can't help but run It's like being in a twister Help! I wanna get down But I'm a 'sister' In my community I'll never be validated Until my body is found I fight and fight The beasts in my brain No choice but to suffer silently Or I'll be labeled 'insane' Lots of us cry But in various ways My poison of choice Was the razor blade I sliced and shredded But I was still in pain Being depressed I'm cornered by dark thoughts Emotions confined in my head I can no longer fight alone Rather than be imprisoned I'm better off dead When someone asks me why I'm depressed The answer isn't always clear Some of the best days of my life Sometimes include the dark cloud looming near Depression is a battle Fought by God's most powerful soldiers Depression Is my life's biggest boulder Lingering over me I'm not sure it'll ever go away It's a daily combat convincing myself That I'll be okay