The Cold Sun

I remember a time, when I felt no warmth
when loneliness tickled at my ear, begging me to follow him into eternity;
I remember when I felt no happiness--when I couldn't force a smile.
I remember when I pondered death, and if even the thought of immortality crossed my mind, I was quick to laugh at it.
I remember when I loathed in my self-pity.
The days when all I wanted was someone to talk to me, and tell me that everything would be okay.
I've learned to rely on myself.
I've learned to not let myself be scratched by death's long, sharp nails.
I've learned to not listen to his deep, raspy, voice.
As for me, I've escaped depression's clutch--some however, will spend an eternity trying to dig their way to euphoria.