I struggle against the despair
Where does it come from
What holds it’s dark words together
They’re my words rearranged to slow derge
Who moves the pen that scratches out the sadness
Carves it into my flesh for all the world to see
Do the scars, layer upon layer provide a source of pride
Does their silent testament to my suffering bring me comfort
Trapped in the dark, isolated in the void
Darkness everywhere
The cries for help echo in the hollow space
Scars, tears, cries in the dark, these are the milestones of my depression.
Musings and Ramblings of Rachel Lee 