Depression

Darkness swallows everything.

There is no feeling,

No sadness,

No joy,

Only a dark weight.

I look for some way to end it,

A way to get rid of the oppressive heaviness.

Death seems like the only way.

No one cares.

No one asks if I’m OK.

Thoughts are my enemies.

I try to drown them out.

I make friends.

I play hard.

It fails. Guilt is my constant companion.

I just want to end it.

An overdose would be easy.

Cutting would be quick.

I’m scared.

I don’t want to die.