Shattered

The home of shatter
Turns black upon arrival
A dark cloud hovers while
Self esteem is at an ultimate low

Suicide walks as the
Pessimism grows.
Depression visits often
Anxiety begins to grow.

The home of ruins
Is not meant for you and me.
Step aside.
Give yourself space to breathe.

The door of help is still open.
But the door of hell is eternity.
Those who latch onto the shattered,
Will become shattered inherently.