it feels as if it's over

darkness overtaking what's left

of your happiness 

and plunging you into an abyss

of hopeless, dreadful thoughts,

creating a fog of miserableness

to blur your vision and block

the enjoyable things ahead

the darkness is frightening,

clouding your mind and warping

a reality that focuses on the troubles,

the negativity, the hate

one day you're happy, but anything can 

take it away from you in an instant

giving you a ticket to the place you spent time

trying to evade

it's an endless cycle setting you off

it's an endless cycle of scars forming on innocent wrists

it's an endless cycle of put downs, self-hate

it's an endless cycle of self-inflicting pain

it feels as if it's over,

But not yet.