A Fight

The next time you think of bringing anyone down, think. Being brutal, inconsiderate and to put it in one simple word.. mean, doesn't make the world a better place and doesn't humour anybody. Perhaps yourself.. but then you must be a monster. Haha.
Hurting the feelings of others is not an act that I believe should be encouraged in fact how thoughtless and heartless can you possibly be to be mean to others.
Depression is a serious issue, most of us toss this word around so carelessly but the fact is depression is not just a word to describe a temporary feeling of sadness we all as individuals suffer from occasionally. There are countless victims suffering from this severe mental illness that seems to be plaguing around us. Depression is usually triggered after major build ups of darkened thoughts and experiences and none of us should have to come to the point of depression. It is a lonely place, and none of you guys should ever have such a horrid experience. Not that I have had any personal experiences, despite what Ms Ross may suspect. HAHA!
I personally dislike the thought of people going through pain whether it be physical or mental, it just doesn't feel right. No one in this world should be lonely and no one should be ignored.
Tennessee Williams once wrote "When so many are lonely as seems to be lonely it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone" I bet he was probably a decent friendly old man. Haha. I'd hate to think anyone I know is going through depression, it just isn't right.,
So be nice, and this world will be a nicer place to live in. (:

This elusive feeling is a fight,
It drowns me in a deep sea of tears,
The dark clouds shade me from the light,
My mental wheel it steers,
It is a conspicuous thief,
Robbing me of my joy,
Leaving me to the dead end of grief,
Its single motive is to destroy,
It haunts me every second,
Like a toxic insignificant ghost,
Prancing in my mind it beckoned,
Leading me as it’s the host,
Leading me to my own hell,
My own tunnel of darkness,
Where I am alone in the secluded nutshell,
I am its personal canvas,
All over it paints tragedy,
A despondent puppet I am,
With the silent beast controlling me,
Following like a mindless lamb,
I put on a devastating show,
My audience become more and more puzzled,
Like from the radiant Sun to lonesome Pluto,
I hear their far away murmurs all muffled,
These warm faint shadows try to reach me,
But I am in too deep,
Too deep in this pit so eerie,
All their bewildered eyes see me weep,
I try to reach the surface,
But the menacing tides disagree,
Pushing me below breathless,
In this mental forest of mine,
It is as dark as a graveyard,
Where no light can shine,
Here I have been scarred,
And here I learnt I am nothing,
It is my unstoppable deadly predator,
That causes my bleeding heart aching,
It strikes me like a dagger,
This elusive feeling is a fight,
And now I surrender,
I pull up a flag so white,
No longer can I be the prey to the predator,
And here I am with a bullet to my head,
My metal saviour will pierce through,
Shattering the pain imprinted glass I dread,
And it is death’s cue.