Lights go out
All alone
No one there to help me up
As I stumble and fall
I cry out
No one answers
No one there
Need help
I want to get up
But I can't find it
It's too dark
So I lay there
Curled on the floor
Tears fall, silent
No one would hear them anyway
Lay there
Clutching at what I cannot see
Wondering if it's even there
Am I really there
Is this even real
Am I real
It's so dark
It's so quiet
I am so alone
I am alone...
I am...
I...
Then
A touch
Real and warm
Someone is there
I can't see them
I hear the ruffle of feathers
A gentle tinkle of bells
A voice calls
"It's okay," she says,
"I'm here.
I won't leave you"
I can't see her
But I know she's there
Though all is shadows and silence
She alone is real
I clutch the hand I cannot see
She holds me in the black
Though I cannot see to tell
I know she smiles down on me
And though the night weighs just as dark as before
I feel lighter, on the inside














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feel free to have a look at my poems, the one entitled sleep is about depression aswell
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"You don't need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are." ~John Lennon
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... That's what I'm here for.
Every time a bell rings, I check Christine's back. Just in case.
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Look into the darkness, and let it look back at you.
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... That's what I'm here for.
Every time a bell rings, I check Christine's back. Just in case.
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Look into the darkness, and let it look back at you.
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