War On Depression

 I remember My Hands
 Pale, and Blotchy they became
 This was it, and I was Ready
 My Veins, drowning from the Poison
 That was currently, overwhelming
 My Circulatory System, weakening
 My Respiratory System, killing me
 Inside, My Veins turning black
 As I watched, My Light slowly becoming Dark
 These avenues, my veins, becoming
 Super Highways, In This Destruction
 Of My Soul, This Stopping Of My Heart
 Yet, in the morning, I rose
 Half the Man I used to be
 More Enlightened, than I ever was
 In This Journey Of Life And Death, In My Life
 When Seeking Death, Always Did
 I stumble upon more Life
 When Living Life, I Experienced
 More than My share of Death
 These Memories of Death
 Haunting My Joy of Life
 Creating this cycle of Depression
 I've come to call Home
 When, Will, This Battle.....End.