Once here, but fading fast

Darkness pulls me in,
the sweet scent of my depression.
It smiles, it knows I will be back
I can only go on so long, without it.

Depression is the man in my life,
beating me up,
tearing me down,
yet holding me in his arms
sweetly telling me, it will be alright.

Dark wings that cover my scars
but use them against me
to hurt me the hardest.
As they all said,
the fisrt cut is the deepest.

A tempest of rage fills my head
why can't this man leave me?!
Of all the people I want to hold me,
I am stuck with the sick and twisted
metaphor of depression.

Blood stills in my heart,
and the sadness rushes through my veins.
Drugs are never enough to sedate the pain
it will always come back,
just as Depression said to me,
so long ago.

"I'll be back"

I was in the world of the living,
but now feel like a walking corpse,
I feel so hollow,
empty...
It was like a shock to my guts.

I didn't want to be in this funk again,
I wanted it to go away,
but the damn nightmares come back and
the darkness erodes trenches in my heart.

I was once here, but now I feel like
I'm fading.
Are you perceptive enough to spy it?
The nightmares keep me up,
and the hollows beneathe my eyes feel like
gaping holes. Is there such a thing
as forgiveness? I gave Mine to him so long ago
Can he hear me crying at night,
when the lights go out
and the fears return?

I'm fading slower than before,
I see the army standing around me.
So many people here fo me
I just wish I could let them into my
mind for a moment,
help them see the danger I have
when I close my eyes to sleep.

Never before have I felt so loved,
and yet I still feel like I am spiraling.
Can it be possible that I am going insane?
Can it really be?

I am among the living,
and my hope was fading fast,
I only hope that there are others to catch me
to help me back on my feet.
I need assistance,
can you see that?

I need assistance,
I need something.