The tears flow from the eyes of depression
A deep red purple stains the ground
The world becomes dark and heart becomes cold
She tries to find a light in the darkness, but she only sees her shadow
She remembers when she stood in the light and tries to recall when she fell
But she can’t.
She is exhausted by her thoughts and has lost any will to figure them out.
Her sadness floats around like a lost drifting soul
Misery is her companion, one which has no need to speak
She no longer sees color,
No longer hears laughter.
She no longer tries to feel anyone or anything
The tears are empty now-the world is a tranquilizing calm
Nobody sees what she holds in her mind
Nobody sees her curled up in the corner
Nobody heard her cry.
Nobody heard her beg.
Nobody noticed when she stopped showing up, or checking in or following through
What sadness it is to lose a life, it is so personal when it is your own
She no longer wants the answers to the questions she once asked.
She no longer believes in hope or in dreams
She sits alone now in her eternal hell, never knowing, never realizing that the world is more that the shades of dust and gray.
I see her sitting, as tears flow and deep red purple stains the ground.
I helped her up from the corner
I now know what she held in her mind
Hold out my hand, hear her cry, feel her sadness in my soul.
She no longer needs misery-I will help her speak
Please don’t cry those empty tears
I want to help you see.
The world is a wind storm, of more than shades of dust and gray
There is light on the darkest of days,
Take my hand I will walk with you until you are able to find your own way.
She no longer sits alone in an eternal hell.
She sees color in the deepest shades of dust and gray.
She feels her thoughts and sees her dreams, and I can hear her speak.