The darkness hovers over me like stormy skies. The stars fade, one by one, and the night slowly turns black. My soul aches like tired muscles from my run against time. My heart is a stone sinking through dark water, deeper than the light can reach. The nights are endless as hours turn to days, days turn to months, and months turn to years. It’s like being trapped under a sky that’s lowering slowly, crushing my spirit with every inch. It’s like a hallway of mirrors reflecting every stolen moment of happiness. A river that’s lost its life with weeds that tangle and grow around me, pulling me beneath the dirt, slowly burying me alive. I reach my hands out as I scream in desperation, clawing the dirt that slips between my fingers. Shadows become nightmares that I cannot wake from. Despair becomes an open grave calling my name. I refuse to fall, clinging to the faint light of hope. You are the light that shines at the end of a dark tunnel in which I barely can crawl towards. I hear your voice calling me from the distance ever so faintly. You are my only hope. This darkness consumes me as the sun never shines. But you alone can save me. You alone can take my desperate hand reaching from below. My silent tears become loud sobs that I want to give up but are still trying to fight. How long will I crawl on my tired knees before I stand and walk? How long must I fight this battle for my sanity?