It started slow,
creeping in, hanging low
slowly starting to devour my soul.
When it began,
all logic became slick like sand
slipping right through my hands.
The thoughts, the doubts,
they started off with meaningless little shouts.
Then confusion began,
that little voice brewing a plan.
My thoughts, my life is like a tornado,
spinning out of control.
It’s like being sucked into a black hole.
Until they grew,
and became the thoughts of the person I once knew.
It was was me, all along;
that little voice singing that depressing song.
saying my happiness won’t last long.
I began to fight.
For a moment I thought I would be alright.
But in the end, the darkness pursued,
till there was no light left to be viewed
Now I sit broken, torn in two,
my heart feels battered and completely bruised.
The traumas run deep,
the hill to peace is far too steep.
Even happy things make me feel bleak.
No I sit and think,
all my hopes begin to shrink.
Happiness seems too far a reach,
while I sway in the water,
watching the fading beach.
