I am a
warrior
But they don't give
A ****

So I fight
The silent battles
To preserve the
Human I am

I guess you could say we're close, Depression and I.
We used to be exclusive,
And I never shared him with anyone.

We were best friends,
We saw each other every day
For four very long
Years.

But then,
Gradually,
I saw him begin to slowly
Slip away.

I saw him less and
Less often.
Is it bad that I
Never missed him when he left?

Things were good,
We made new friends
And saw other
People.

But lately, I've
Begun to see him again.
He stops by almost
Every other day.

"What are you doing here?"
I whisper to him
As I look around at
My life without him.

It slowly turns to
Grey and seems
To whither
Away.

"I just stopped by for a visit,"
He replies, looking around
And taking my hand,
*"But I guess I'm here to stay."

The darkness, its closing in;

uh oh here we go again.

The icy cold surrounds my skin;

Why'd I wear a shirt so thin?

My happiness feels like a sin;

**Sadness soon becomes my friend.

I am a puzzle.
You don't understand me,

But that's okay,
because if you did

*what sort of puzzle would I be?

I grab at your heart.

Then pulling away slowly,

I lick the blood from my frostbitten
fingertips

I'm back*
You call.

****,* I cry, *I thought I was done with you

Darling, You were not born a flame simply to light his fire

You were not made a flicker of heat just to burn his deep desire.

You were not created to ignite his cigarette,

You were not brought into this world just to make him sweat.