When my shadow speaks
More for me than I do myself
And I can hear our separate voices in my head
Everytime I think
I know that it's happening again
I'm fighting the pull
I'm fighting the darkness
Without knowing it
When I don't sleep
But I sleep more than ever
And nothing gets done
But so does everything
I know that the grey is closing in
And the darkness is returning
When writing and a blade to the wrist and thighs
Seem my only escape
When only the music is keeping me alive
And the thought that maybe a single person cares is holding me up
I know the darkness is back
And it's taken over again
And when the darkness fades to bright white
And everything is too loud and bright and just too much
Then I know my dear old friend depression is back
