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.