I can see him clear as day.
Waiting for me.
Watching.
I can see his arms reaching out to embrace all those who have fallen.
I can see him waiting for me to finally fall.
I can't.
I won't.
I will win.
Even if it means dying inside.
I.
Will.
Win.
I can see the darkness pouring out.
He wants us to find comfort.
He wants us to give in.
He waits for us all.
He's been waiting for awhile now.
We cannot let him win.
All hope is lost if we don't win.
He waits until we are weak.
He takes one person a day.
Sometimes more.
We all give in.
He's winning.
We must fight.
We must win.
If not for the people who have fallen.
Then for the ones about to fall.
For yourself.
To ensure that you don't fall.
To show the ones who fell,
That there is more.
There always has been.
There always will be.
Anything is better,
Than submitting to him.
He causes deaths.
He causes pain.
To those who struggle.
And those who fight.
We all feel him inside of us.
Eating our insides.
Slowly killing us.
He waits.
He waits for the day we can't go on.
He guides us quicker.
He guides us deeper.
He takes us to the end.
And we're gone forever.
Never to be seen.
Never to be heard.
Never to be touched.
We are alone.
We have fallen.
We wait,
For those who free us.
We are chained.
We can't leave.
We're trapped.
We need saviors.
Will they come?
Or will they leave?
Will they help?
Or will they give up too?
They don't help us.
To them,
We are not worth it.
We have no purpose.
We should stay,
To keep their lives simple.
Easy.
Then we see.
They start to fall.
They know what we have gone through.
They feel bad.
They fall.
They are trapped.
They are crying.
There is no help.
There never was.
There never will be.
He took us from our lives to satisfy his hunger. He doesn't know love. he only knows sadness. The sole reason he was created was to ware us down, make us weak, and fall. We lose many people every day to him. He always wins. No one fights hard enough. We pretend. We laugh. Inside we have fallen. No one sees it. The ones that do, chose to ignore it. He is the reason many of us die young.
He is surrounded by darkness. He is filled with sadness. He lives in all of us. Waiting for the day he can appear. Waiting for the day he can take us.
He is depression.
And depression is hidden in the happiest of people.
