I Am Depression's Greatest Failure

He kept me firmly in his clutches, clawing,

He whispered torments as he watched me crawling,

I used to bleed in the name of Darkness.

I hate his touch, his words, his name,

He tried to kill the ones who came, to help.

He stabbed and sliced, I screamed a cry,

And he laughed when you settled by my side.

At first I could not see your name,

Then I knew, like night and day,

To love you.

And to this day, to myself, I say "I love you."

And the knives that cut and kill my soul,

They turn around and take their toll, on him.

Between his lies and black deceit, I found a narrow path,

The one I follow to this day to mock his shallow wrath.

The End

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