A battle with depression

Just feelings of struggle and sadness

A battle with depression

A stone cold stare with the thought of cruel intentions
A lonely soul acting out with aggression.
Is there a hope? Is there a chance?
You wouldn't think so at first glance.
The temper settles in the dark he hides.
No one to talk to no one to confide.
Forced to endure depression, anxiety, and slew of mental troubles.
Waking up everyday only to feel uncomfortable.
Unfamiliar with himself and all of his surroundings.
The pain in the chest never stops as his keeps pounding.
Looking for a way to change his upsetting and sad ways.
Pacing, thinking about a better day.
After years of this pain he believes it will never come.
Left hopeless, a human drought, cold and numb.
Suicide seems so painless until the time comes to act.
The painful memories leaving him to sick to react.
Like a prisoner to the world there is no escape.
Empty inside, all is lost, not even a glimpse of faith.
Sitting quietly in solitude wishing to die.
So sad he couldn'sinet even cry.
Fantasizing about what it would like to be happy and free.
Battling the urges of suicidal tendencies.
He has waited so long for a change that will never come.
Feeling alone, ashamed, stupid and dumb.
Wishing he could end this pain and suffering.
The blanket of depression will never stop covering.
Letting out a scream of rage and aggression.
Destroying the last of his memorable possessions.
Waiting for life to take it s change of seasons.
He withers away hiding with so many reasons.
No one will ever know, because no one ever asked.
As the blood flows his sadness is unmasked.
A few last words he muttered before saying good-bye.
His last words I never really wanted die.