Face Plant Poem by Scarlet .....

I was running trying to keep up with live
but I was slowed down
with a ball and chain
called depression
I fought it for so long
still trying to run with life
but barely moving
I was falling behind
the ball and chain
was pulling me into the darkness
so badly that I no longer moved forward at all
it was dragging me backwards
into the obis of darkness
I clawed at the ground
diggin my nails in
scrapping at the ground until my finger bleed
it is no use for the pull of the darkness is to strong
I started to give up
but then the pull became weaker
I was then able to stand
I stood tall
I accepted my depression
and I just turn and pick it up
the ball and chain
I then carried it forward
I carried it so I was in control
I was running to catch up with my life
I was half way there
I was moving forward
and then
face plant
ti landed on the ground
before I knew what happened
or where it came from
there was a new ball and chain around my ancle
this one was larger
taller than me
I stood
and I tried the fight
but the more I faught
the stronger it grew
it was fueled
by my fear and depression
for it started dragging me back
deeper and deeper into the darkness
I no longer have any control
dragging me faster and faster
will it ever stop
will I ever be strong enough to fight it
for I feel myself grow weak already
mind wanting to give in
but there is a part of me that still wants to fight
wants to survive
but my mind screams WHY
as that other part of me cries
I struggle and scream
but my strength has grown weak
will I be able to survive
will I ever be free
free of this ball and chain
called suicide
or will I give in to it
its pull
its strength
it promise of freedom
freedom from this constant pain
oh how that sounds so good