Afraid of the dark

 
You claimed to be afraid of a broken heart.

What you were really afraid of is,
the dark.

The dark side of humanity where depression lies.

Where tears fall and souls cry.

Pleading for a hand to hold,
 from any watching eye.

I know that its terrifying to face reality,
but its very real and needs to be addressed.

You ran away like I was demonically possessed.
But I’m just depressed.