Suicidal Depression *

I can feel it,

As it creeps up behind me,

And waits for the chance,

To swallow me again.

I can hear it whispering,

Trying to frighten me,

Into giving in.

It needs me to give in,

And to bend to its will,

So it can take control,

Of me again.

It surrounds me,

And suffocates me,

Because it wants to be let in.

If I give in,

It will kill me,

But if I don’t,

It will drive me insane.

It’s a no win situation,

Because either way,

I might end up,

In an early grave.