Blood running as fast as it can to my head
Head throbbing, heavy breathing, and blurry vision
Dazed and confused, not knowing where to go
The lonely teardrop rolling down the left side of my face
The darkness comes storming through, kidnapping any happiness within my soul
Body shivers, goosebumps crawl though my skin, in need of a warm affectionate hug
Not a soul in sight, nobody can help me escape the darkness no matter how fast I run
The darkness has eaten me alive before
Every time seems harder and harder to escape its strong grip
Unless you have been consumed by the darkness, will you ever understand my suffering
The darkness is one of the greatest villains in the world, his name is depression
The Bolt Magazine 