Depression Foothold

What it is like to deal with my own bouts of depression.

Satiny folds enveloping my being
Darkened cloth suffocating
Taking my sanity as I stand on my ledge
An escape nowhere to be found
Tattered wings and fraying mind I hold tight
Afraid of what the singed abyss of depression holds for me now
Take the little pill they say
Cloud my mind further and take me away
To roses and butterflies and angel wings fluttering
Just want to be whole to be myself
Even when myself has become lost in feelings
Desertion depression absolution
Too many wrongs
Too many thoughts
Blood runs thick and cold like ice covering their hearts
Turn their backs and close their ears to my cries
Floating upon the misty winds of time
I am truely alone
Repeating over and over in my mind
This is my evolution
This is where my depression lies
In the folds of cascading glass that is my fragile world