Fighting through depression.
I really want it to stop.
But I will never escape.
I woke in the morning,
and I wanted to die,
yet now I’ve accepted life.
I think it’s time for real,
to put away the knife.
To hell with cravings.
I will still have them,
but they will not rule me.
No longer an excuse.
I think I’m starting to see,
that winning this battle,
will truly set me free.
The war will wage eternal,
deep inside of me,
but I will suffer no more,
self inflicted wounds.
It’s time to change again,
and again and again and again,
such is life.
Nevertheless,
I will see the change,
Facing my emotions.
is a scary thing to do,
but I think I’m finally ready,
to take in the view.
Poetry