It's returning,

I can feel it,

The darkness,

Feeding off of my sadness and hatred.

It's trying to pull me back,

Into it's realm,

And into my hell,

It's trying to pull me back into... depression.

It causes pain,

And it causes guilt.

Eventually, it will pull me toward the realm of death,

Toward the world of suicide.

In my heart the black hole returns,

I won't let it,

I will not be sucked into it's torturous void.

I'm finally near happiness,

I will not let go,

I am not that weak.

Weakness is a sign of the ordinary,

And I am anything but ordinary.

I did the psych ward,

I'm not willing to do it again.

I will not be defeated by this deadly foe,

I may be angry,

But I shall not be depressed.

Don't try to take me,

I shall fight,

And I shall not lose!