His Name Is Depression

by Christina McDowell   Aug 12, 2007


Let the tears fall
Let the blood pour out
There's no sound
There's no feeling
No sight
The girl sits
Alone in a dark room
She only sees
Pitch Black
She only hears
A deafening silence
She only feels
An overwhelming fear
Somebody behind her
Who is lurking around
Grabs her
She screams
A silent scream
No one can hear
Her call of help
Except for the stranger
Who preys on fear
His name is Depression
He slits her wrists
and cuts her wrists
He takes away
Everything she once had
He makes her heartbeat cease
And her breath cubside
She closes her eyes
Knowing they'll never
open again
She lets go
Of her grip
She sheds her last tear
And listens ti
The deafening silence
And looks at
The pitch darkness
And screams
Her silent scream
Before she gets placed
In her coffin
and gets peace
Under the soft earth...

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