That Depressing Darkness By Chela Goode The darkness comes down, It fills me with dread, It forces me to remember Memories long dead. I look at my reflection, And hate what I see, Because the person that looks back, Will always be me. The darkness which comes, Begins my depression, And although I try to hide it, Death has become my obsession. One day it値l be over, My problems will be gone, I'll have what I致e been wanting: A chance to be reborn. This darkness which comes, It値l succeed someday, It値l get what it wants, And take my life away. I値l always be sorry, For always being this way. But you all know I love you, And I値l be back with you someday.   Okay, okay, yes I wrote this when I was in one of my depressed moods which I often go into but don't worry, I'm not about to commit suicide. I have too many things to think about to waste my time cutting my wrists   :S That makes absolutely no sense...oh well...I still won't be committing suicide anytime soon.