I reached out my hand for help

and wasn't surprised when the actors I had casted

to be apart of my facade called life hadn't even glanced my way.

They only laugh at my cries

because I am known to use comedy to mask the pain.

Feel bad for me?

Hah! I laugh at your pity

guilt is but a symptom of the weak.

Now watch as your dreams turn to my nightmares

and my nightmares become your reality.

As we saunter into the dark abyss

that is depression.

Welcome to my life welcome to the dark side

where you too will sell your soul to the shadow

in exchage to draw it's curtains for a glimpe of the radiance

that is happiness.