The dark shadow looms over me,

menacing and controlling.

It weighs me down relentlessly.

I don't have the strength to continue fighting it,

It takes away my will to live.

It causes desire for pain,

For an escape that isn't possible.

I lose interest in things I love,

I draw away from those I care for.

You would think I want help,

Someone to chase this shadow away.

Yet I hide it all,

I lie and say all is fine.

Why do I feel this way?

I deserve it;

Not happiness, nor someone's help.

So here I lay,

Wondering how long this shadow will loom

Before it claims me.

I'm already halfway gone,

I still attempt to fight,

But what's the point?