Confronting Depression

That day is all I remember, 

For the past few years.

It terrifies my sleep,

Never letting me relax, peacefully.

Those images vex me, day and night.

Tears fall onto my hand, continuously without an end.

Even today, I was haunted.

Aggressively shutting my door, 

I locked myself in, for hours.

Mum yelling at my door reaches my ears, faintly.

"Leave me alone!" I cried out.

Letting my anger onto her.

Thinking of the past, cringes me inside.

A slight stinging pain pierces my heart,

Which is very well felt by my brain.

Holding my heart in my hand, 

A tear escapes my eyes and falls onto my hands, telling me, 

"It's Ok, You will get through it."