S.A.D.
[You can read from bottom to top as well or however you wish to. Depression, Anxiety, and Suicide] [Sniffles] I’ve waited 3 years to write this, Waiting for the right words and moment to do this, And then I realized, the longer I hold back, the deeper I sink, Ever growing like a keloid, this pain doesn’t want to shrink. Sending me into the deepest shades of darkness, My own mind-made hell, a tale of pain and sadness. Digging through the trenches, all night searching for an exit, Starting from scratch, rebuilding to take my place among the stars. Rising from the ashes, I made a few patches. Dark within and without, yet I take my flight towards the fight, my plight to get through the night. The war goes on, each day battling from dusk till dawn. To my loved ones lost, Body’s gone but soul and spirit never lost, Each in their caskets frost, On the tombstones, epiphanies to the fallen 6ft deep above the land of their dreams guess they’re all in. Will they be one again in the world beyond?