Depths of my depression

I was at the height of my depression when i wrote this. I’m just thankful i’m no longer in that state of mind. Which is not something i ever thought possible. Yet here i am : )

I know it’s not easy but it is possible. Please, believe that

The depths of my depression, I blatantly ignore. In an attempt to keep it hidden, I’ve even
welded shut that dark, dark door.
Yet inevitably, after continuous waxing, and with little wane. I am left fighting the under current,
wadding in the miasma, trying to ignore the pain.
Though sometimes, embracing the corruption, I let the darkness overcome me, to feed on my
vigor, vitality, and drive. For the deep abyss is oddly comforting, strangely enthralling and
dripping with, sweet, sweet lies.
O’ It would be so easy to let the nothingness consume me and succumb to it’s lofty promise of a
suffer-less void. To leave everything behind, as the Barker fills my hear with his calls of
everlasting “joy”.
As I start to feel weary, as I begin to give in, somehow I’m reminded, from somewhere down
deep with in. For surely it is not about me, it’s about my loved ones, my family, my friends, and
my kin!
So I stubbornly balk at the facade of lies, this mummer’s farce, the charlatans guise. Reaching
for the surface, again, and again… I try, and I try….