In the dark, where it is scary, unable to see you feel like you got this animal trying to break free Unable to hold back all your misery Feeling like what you see is just trickery Sick and tired feeling pain that is trying to numb Trying to get pass it, while you feel like you're the only one Can't control whats going on around Unable to ignore your own surroundings While all you just try to do is keep breathing But you sitting here with a wound, bleeding While Satan pulls out his blade and stabs you, Trapped in his head, looking to be freed While you like up, and see the light And realize you are able to fight Putting your arms out, reaching for your life Able to pull out Satan's knife You stand and turn all your fears to stone Then turn around and realize, **You Are Not Alone
I know most are not interested in this note but, This poem is for those who feel depressed, and are looking for something to relate too. You can fight it, just remember you always have friends who care enough to "Pull Satan's Blade" out of you.