Broken And Depressed

The future is a dark abyss,
As I fall straight into its claws.
Like a beast it devours me;
Savagely shreading my soul
The more I fight
The more I looses control.
And yet I am.

For what i ask?
What is mine?
I listen but hear none.
Why this I feel the way I do?
Anguish,Agony,Sorrow;
Are all my heart can conceive.
This be my winter
The harvest was rich;
But the satisfaction lost
No one to share the fruits
The fruits of mine
And yet I am.

When shall I see the light,
That which will guide me through
Guide me through the tempest
My soul is broken and depressed
Yet I shall carry through
Carry on nevertheless.

This is a poem submitted by a good friend of mine, in connection to "Suicide Forever".