The Pit of Depression
It's happening again,
I'm falling
Down into a deep endless void,
At least, I think it's endless
Maybe it's not.
Maybe eventually I'll reach the bottom.
The bottom of this deep empty pit in which I'm falling.
Waiting, continuing to fall,
Preparing to brace for the impact as I hit the ground.
While the impact isn't as I expected, I'm still stuck here.
I look up, seeing only a small speck of light.
Is it from the sun or moon?
Down here you can't tell the day from night.
Does it really matter anyway?
I continue to stare up at the speck of light,
How far do you think it is?
Much to far for you to reach,
The voices continue to whisper
Their main goal:
To keep me down here as long as possible.
I try to push them away, but they continue their cruel taunts
They remind me just how lonely I am,
Just how many mistakes I've made,
Every little fault and flaw that I possess.
Trying to ignore them, I continue to stare,
Staring toward the top of the pit
What if I shout for help?
No one will ever hear you
Maybe they won't hear
Maybe I'm better off at the bottom of this pit
No
I will make it out of this pit
I will breathe fresh air again
I shout, hoping to be heard
By someone, anyone
Looking up, I see the speck of light dim
Maybe I will be down here forever.
Suddenly I hear a voice from the top of the chasm
Are you okay?
I'm suddenly seized from the bottom of the pit
Sun beaming in my eyes
I realize that I am out of the pit
I feel a hand on my shoulder
I hear the voice speak again
Are you okay?
No
My savior wraps me in a hug
Hugging back, I hear the taunts of the voices fade
The depression melts away, no more darkness
If you find yourself in this pit
The voices taunting, telling of your faults
Don't listen, they don't know you
Shout, help will come
When? How?
Who knows
But never stop calling for help