Help me, I cry, I don't know how long I can stand the darkness.
The darkness and misery is drowning me, and it's filling up my lungs.
The pain the covers my arms is comforting, it keeps me afloat on a sea of numbness and despair.
I wish for someone to help me, but I don't know if I deserve it.
Why won't come help me, I'm drowning, can't they see?
Maybe it all means nothing, I whisper too myself.
Because if they can't see me, how can I save myself?
I don't know how much longer I have, the world seems so dark.
I feel numb now, I suppose that's a relief.
It seems a shame, now that I stand back and contemplate, that no one seems to care, about the ones who lose their mentality.
I hope that some will take me away, and wrap me in blankets, and tell me it's okay.
Author Notes: This is a story about depression. Some of the feelings are what I felt when I went through depression. I hope this story helps some people, that they know that other people are sharing what they feel. Thank you for reading.