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.