Private Battles

 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.