My depression, a weight I bear,
A darkness that\'s always there.
I hate these scenarios , this heavy load,
A never-ending, twisted road.
It steals my joy, my peace, my light,
A never-ending, endless fight.
But still, I rise, I push on through,
Searching for a brighter hue.
Though difficult, I won\'t give in,
This battle, I am sure to win.
For even in the darkest night,
I\'ll find a way to see the light.