I thought I could survive
by thinking everything was alright,
that nothing could stand
in my way that
I would not be able to fight.
My life had no worries or,
so I was led to believe
until that day arrived and
I knew I had been deceived.
Depression came calling
one summers morning
after I had ignored
one too many warnings.
It left me in pieces
and down on my knees
with no one around
to hear my sorrowful pleas.
A cloud fell over me
like a dark shadow
leaving me to realise that
I had met a worthy foe.
We battled for years to win
the rights to my soul
until we finally came to
an agreement, we both had a role.
It would have the nights
and I would have the days,
it seemed the obvious
conclusion to our malaise.
