My Battle

This depression...

Is not an obsession.

This pain that I always feel.

Will never heal.

These scars on my wrist

Will never fade away.

It's difficult for me to trust.

Because everyone goes astray.

Leaving me in the darkness.

To fight this battle, that I know I will lose.

Since my so-called friends are heartless.

I don't know what direction I should choose.

It's a fight between life and death.

And I'm scared that death is getting near.

That I'm about to take my last breathe.

My entire body shakes with fear.

This is a battle that I fight everyday.

With my life coming to an end.

Since I'm in such a disarray.

With a heart that no one can mend.

Since It's been shattered into many pieces.

Making it hard for me to trust.

And my world starts to cease.

As my soul starts to turn into dust.