The night moved slowly and all i could think about was my end,
For so long now i held my composure living a life of pretend,
Convinced i had nobody to turn to during my lonesome descend,
Getting ever closer to the thought that i could no longer defend,
Myself from my depression and all the voices within my head,
Telling me i could never be enough to face the trial ahead,
So many nights i lay there crying curled up restless in my bed,
The voices kept taunting me as my depression still spread,
Never thought my surrendering would leavr me this close to dead,
I chose to try the fearest way possible, my life i tried to take,
Every vicious cylce i fed into made it even closer for me to break,
And everything i tried to fight back only had failure to forsake,
Im deep in my depression and its telling me my life is at stake.
©imaginate
J