Close call

Like a pack of wolfs my depression circles
It stares at me through the darkness
Its glowing eyes burn through my soul
Burn deeply into my heart, My heart bleeds
They smell the blood, The get closer and closer
I prep myself for battle with my demons
I grasp my only weapons...My will to live
My hope for love, and a lot of experience in battle
I call out for my back up my friends
Only a few ever reply
But with them at my side my confidence grows greatly
I stare down the first wild beast and as it charges for my well beling
I slash at it with my weapon of will
It takes a grotesque slash leaving a puddle of blood at my feet
two more beats attack me from either side I attack one and my sweet friend takes the other
She mangles the beast with her amazing strength
I fatally injury the other it lies motionless in the first attackers blood
The remaining beasts finally look more afraid than me
I cry partly because because I am so relieved to have a break and partly because I know this battle will never end
I hold my friend in my arms as the beasts scamper away in fear
I hold my head high I fear the future but embrace my present, Especially my amazing friend's.