A Man Named Melancholy.

He's creeping up
on me again.
With that knife
that slits my
wrists,
and bleeds me
of all feeling.

He is my worst
fear.
He will not spare
my life.
Is he a figment
of my imagination?
Or the biggest demon
descended from hell?

I thought my life
was all better again.
I thought this darkness
was gone.
I thought that I
wouldn't go through
this again.
I guess that I was
wrong.

His name is Melancholy
as condescending as
he is,
and he steals my
every last breath,
and just leaves me there --
as nothing left.

He's creeping up
on me again,
with no respect
of my well-being.
He's stripping me
of my heaven --
I'm dying inside. . .

no feeling.

He is my worst
fear.
He will not spare
my life.
Pain is overcoming
me.
I'm losing sight of
light!

I'm begging
for someone to notice.
I'm counting every
tear.
I'm screaming aren't I?
Why does no one hear?

He's creeping up
on me again.
With that knife
that slits my
wrists.
And that laugh
that echoes inside
me --
causing evil fits.

He is my worst
fear.
He will not spare
my life.
Why is this happening
again?
I thought that
my life was alright.