Just another fair warning this is a poem about depression. It is a raw honest look at this terrible disease that tears so many people apart, and has torn apart in the past. There are prisoners, victims, and survivors. And they are all three important. If you are feeling down I recommend seeing someone and talking to a trusted friend or family member. Remember that you are never alone, and there are so many people that love you even though when you are down in the darkness you feel in your head that is not true. That being said...
Private Battles
Lost in the darkness void of any light
Giving up with no more will to fight
Drowning in dry fallen tears
Succumbing to my failures and darkest fears
Every glimpse of healing turns to excruciating pain
Vicious cycle starting over and over again
Wanting to scream but nothing comes out when I shout
Desperately digging a hole to get out
Going further and further down
Until it feels like there is nobody around
I down here no where to go and just stuck
With nothing left to do except let out the loudest....
Scars visible and invisible leave an everlasting impression
I was a prisoner of depression.
Constantly walking on egg shell after egg shell
Trying to drag me out of own personal hell
Never sure what to ask or say
Afraid to ask how is my day
Wiling to help when given the choice
But first I have to ask with my own voice
Constantly reminding me I am not alone
And can always be reached by phone
Promising to never leave my side
Always willing to lend a shoulder when I cried
Scars visible and invisible leave an everlasting impression
They are the victims of depression.
Feel better after expressing myself with paper and pen
Raw and emotionally open
Now when I feel down I know I can look up
Half full or empty I am eternally grateful just for the cup
Putting this down is emotionally hard
Sharing the painful past if only a shard
Telling my story to hopefully inspire
Kill the darkness with an emotional healing fire
I know deep down the journey is never done
But the private battles were won
Scars visible and invisible leave an everlasting impression
I am a survivor of depression.
End.
