Depression

[Zabrina]

Letting go of the ropes that remain,
Is easier than holding on to pain.
The truth that seeps into the brain,
has never made me feel so insane.

Weeping and bellowing with the sound of the night,
Hoping, within,the angels would fight.
Cheering on the halo'd creatures,
To win out of this depressive sight.

Free me off the demons within my soul,
That thrive on my crashing goals.
Hidden beneath the piles of sorrow,
Will someone pull me up,
Give me a hand to borrow?

For all those time spent,
Seeking to fix these dents.
No who, no what, no where,
Could mend, me, a person with so much wear.

Only I can decide,
the result of this page of my life.
Happy will I be?
In time I shall see.