DEEPLY BURIED

My depression welcomes me each new day with open arms.
 
Blinding bright light burns another hole in my mindset.
 
They say, to ‘follow the light’, I’ve always heard that.
 
As depression folds in on my psyche I search, lost inside my empty soul.
 
(I am awake, right?)
 
I thought I was my own friend searching for new insight.
 
I am but a ghost of myself in the twilight of my own conscience.
 
Sometimes the pills interfere just enough to replace the emptiness with a panic attack.
 
Life sometimes get suspended, left behind, forgotten.
 
And then my heart begs to be left alone in the shadows to cry.