Battle With Depression

It was a dark night,

And I was fighting with my thoughts.

Depression was my only companion,

No one wants to give me attention.

I constantly said to myself, “I am okay,”

However, depression didn't want to go away.

Depression gave me wounds,

That no one can see and ever be able to feel.

I didn't want to see anyone,

Because I didn't want people to see my depression.

I just wanted to sleep,

And didn't want to go on the streets.

It’s hard to talk to myself,

When I no longer know who I am.

No one helped me,

There were just words that helped me to be me.

Words healed me,

Like no one ever will be.

Cause words have power,

To heal and change.