Depression Is My Kryptonite

Heart

What do you do when you feel like you're dying inside?
When you feel like life is taking you down one peg at a time,
Like you tried so hard not to give up, but now that's the only thing left to try.
My heart has first sunk and now has disappeared completely.
There's a pain in my chest from where it departed and sometimes I think it just got up and left.
Who cares how much the world is beating me down, I still put on that crown like I deserved it and wore that frown upside down.
But little does everyone know that my heart is aching, not from you.
It just is.
It has been for a while and I didn't want to bring it up, yet I feel that I should now so that you don't feel as though you hurt me greatly.
I had already been put together so cruelly from the start, but you still tried to help with my broken heart.
You were cut by its sharp edges and confused by its mysteries turns and round abouts. And you just kept going like it didn't hurt.
I spill my mind on these pages hoping that one day when it ages it'll still leave a mark on this sad broken heart when I read it to you.
I know that you'll make it, we always do somehow someway.
I'll pull you from the depths of despair and fix that heart anyway.
I'm not giving up and neither should you, although you should still see this war through.
One day you'll come back and say,
"Okay, I'm done; the war is over and I have won."
I know that day will come, I can feel it in my cold broken heart.
And don't force yourself to sit alone on that sunken thrown and don't put on that broken crown when you've been worn out.
When the darkness has engulfed you, which I know you are trying to let it to, I'll still grab you and reel you back to the world and patch you up with love and affection.
Don't think that you must walk alone in the darkness, and certainly don't be afraid to call upon me when you are barely breathing or when you just feel it time to come back where you belong. For I have been there before and have not seen it through nor did I ask for help, I sit alone with this broken shell and cram these emotions down.
They won't go away and maybe that was my mistake, in thinking that I could fight with this cold broken heart.