Depression
The dark shadow looms over me,
menacing and controlling.
It weighs me down relentlessly.
I don't have the strength to continue fighting it,
It takes away my will to live.
It causes desire for pain,
For an escape that isn't possible.
I lose interest in things I love,
I draw away from those I care for.
You would think I want help,
Someone to chase this shadow away.
Yet I hide it all,
I lie and say all is fine.
Why do I feel this way?
I deserve it;
Not happiness, nor someone's help.
So here I lay,
Wondering how long this shadow will loom
Before it claims me.
I'm already halfway gone,
I still attempt to fight,
But what's the point?