Depression

A veil of darkness hanging over my life

Like the grim reaper, with his killing scythe

Wherever I turn, however fast I run

I can't get out of this darkness, and into the sun

The shadows creep closer and shrink my light

Everything is black, not an ounce of white

When I try to scream the darkness chokes me

No matter how hard I try I can not see

There's nothing left, and I give up fighting

I give up thrashing, kicking, and biting

And let the darkness make it's claim on me

I don't try to run, or try to flee

I allow myself to give in

And the darkness will finally win