Depressions Fight

I feel myself slipping.
Oblivion calls to me like a snow covered slope calls to a child with a sled.
How easy it would be to let go.
To just fade away.
I could do it, just fade away like smoke on the wind.

Who would honestly miss me?
Who would even notice or care?
Here now then gone and the absence of my soul only noticed because of my silence.
Would anyone notice my lightless eyes or shallow smile?
Would anyone realize my laugh had turned hollow?

It might be nice to not feel anymore.
To not worry about hurting or being hurt.
To just give myself over to the numb darkness that beckons to me with welcome arms open like an old friend that can't wait to embrass me.
The call is so strong, its hard to fight.

I feel like a skiff lost at sea in a storm so turbulent you can't see the mast.
Waves crashing, wind howling, being tossed around like a bath toy.
Rudder broken, anchor chain snapped, and directionless.
Where is the coast?
Where is my safe harbor?

I feel so lost.