Depression Cuts Deep

I wake up in a hole of darkness My wrists tied tight with rope My feet shackled so I can’t cope I taste blood in my mouth I struggle against the bonds that hold me My struggles cause my body to be cut deeper There are no thoughts to flee Only thoughts of pain remain I want to scream for help but my mouth is gagged No one will hear me My help is out of reach As it always is My unheard screams and pleas For the living to find me Help me! Hear me! Then I see a ghastly glow Of the grim reaper He knocks at my door everyday His sweet voice dragging me deeper into the hole He says come to me! Come to a life where pain isn’t I fight him off in hopes my life will get better In hopes that I see that helping hand That hand ready to pull me out of the hole To release me from the ropes, shackles, and gags Until that day comes I will fight the danger I will fight the hole I will fight the grim reaper beckoning me To death by my own hand Fighting is not without the pain and misery But I Will Fight