Melancholic State

​I suffered for years in a melancholic state.
It was because of this sorrow that I sealed my fate.

​That heavy feeling that plagued my chest.
It clung to me so deeply that I felt possessed.

Every night I was hounded by a morbid shiver. 
I prayed to God but he would not deliver.

I had lost touch with reality and could not relate.
It was because of this fact that I swelled with self hate.

I belittled myself, a continual evil shaming.
I had often contemplated my own self-maiming.

But over time I begun to see the light.
And one day I stepped through it with all my might. 

Since that time I have never looked back.
I knew the past was near and offered no slack.

I ran, not walked into the morrow.
Never again to be plagued with sorrow.