The Silent Fight

Laying in bed in the dark of night,

Blackness clouding my eyes from sight,

Darkness filling my head with fear,

Depression drawing ever near.

Can’t take this pain much longer,

The need for relief grows stronger,

There is never a solitary trace

Of any much needed grace

To save me from this deep, dark pit

From which no light can ever emit.

Thoughts of death fill my head,

I almost wish that I were dead

So that I will not feel this pain,

The pain that I no more can feign.

Can’t fake my way through this fight,

Laying here in the dark of night,

Darkness filling my head with fear,

Depression is already here.