Comfort

I'm in it's cold grip again
I feel it's cold arms shroud me
An empty comforter of my dark.
Sobs that soak a beaten pillow
Dry alone
Depression encircles me as i
Cry alone
It holds me tightly
Sinking in
My head aches as it's gravel whispers
Scrape through my skull
My vision becomes dull
As it blurs with tears.
I cry emptily
NO reason to do so
But when my depression grips me
I lose all reason,
All emotion,
And allow its cold, empty hold
Be my only comfort.