Now shadows are more than what flows
from your feet with the sun’s decrease
from the sky because depression likes to hide.
It hides in secret places that are disguised behind familiar faces,
waiting for the chance to prance
over insecurities only it can see.
Your depression heightens your obsession
with attention and drags you down
to a level never before found.
It’s dark here in your shadows,
the chamber only you know,
because the worst part of this bond
is not the song of sadness
but the fact no one else can sing along.
They can’t sing because depression’s sweet sting
is the only thing that lets you see
the same helplessness as a bird
falling from a tree.
They’re frustration at our desperation
is only due to miscommunication,
but when we sigh as their eyes pass by
it’s no surprise they can’t find
what’s killing us inside.
Either way by the end of the day,
your soul screams out “I’m not okay”
as you fall down knowing your demons
come around when the sound
of your cry fills the room
and all too soon the sun disappears,
opening the gate to all your fears.
The shadows begin to take in the light,
signalling it’s time to fight.
No matter where you go, there will always be shadows.
It’s simply the way things are.
Immunity evades even our brightest stars,
Because darkness knows not the meaning of mercy.
Instead, it emphasises, antagonizes, epitomizes life’s fury.
You can run all you want, but you won’t be able to escape.
From sunup to sundown the shadows will chase,
growing longer and longer until suddenly
it’s night, darkness squeezing your will to fight.
Shadows chilling your skin, your heart
Feels like ripping apart,
even your vision is impaired.
Spinning in circles but they’re everywhere.
You hear them coming and fear it’s too late.
Thoughts cross your mind,
challenging the cruel path laid out for you by Fate.
It takes ages for the dawn to force out the dark.
You can’t quite shake how close you were
to being ripped apart.
Despite the terrors you were forced to endure,
rays of light warm your skin,
giving you strength once more.
You look around for traces of the battle,
but there is nothing left and it leaves you baffled.
The only thing left is stretching west,
black that’s attached to the back of your heel.
No matter where you go, there will always be shadows, but that’s never stopped the sun from shining.