Pitch black surrounds my world

An ebony melody which is its own heartbeat

Once bright and all about color

Now lies broken in pieces at my feet

 

The innocence of youth so strong yet fragile

Able to be pierced by one bump to the head

And down it falls to never get up

Then fade away as depression makes its bed

 

Days that follow are bleak and harrowed

With shadows showing in my eyes

Whispers from the monsters residing in my thoughts

Spouting off cruel yet tempting lies

 

That the world is too hard and cruel

There is nobody that cares and nobody that sees

Family and friends turn their back

And all that is left alone is me

 

Yet before these words take root

A light spears through the clouds of doubt

One spotlight shines on a pad and paper

And a pen is so innocently sitting near so small yet proud

 

So with a shaking figure I sit and write

And with a shimmering tear sliding down

I put down all of my thoughts and feelings

They are speared onto the paper with a frown

 

Yet at the tips of that frown my lips perk up

And like a mist that poison starts to evaporate

The stones in my stomach and the needless under my skin

Start to fade and become less than of late

 

With a deep breath let out through weak lungs

That thistle in my heart is pried free

And though it takes loads of paper and ink

The demons let go and finally all that remains again is me

 

Though there are still days I fall

I can get back up and fight

For my words are now weapons against this monster called depression

And they shine like angels so bright