Did the darkness touch you too?

Something about depression and suicide

Did the darkness
touch you too?
Did it close your eyes
and empty your mind?
How sweet its gentle voice
can speak to a heart.
What does it say
         to yours
in those quiet moments
                             alone
in your room?
Does it sit
         and wait;
                   listening
for those silent sobs
that fill your nights.
You face buried
in a pillow
or teddy bear
muffling the sighs
         that seep
from your body
                   balled
up at the head
of your bed.
Does it promise
a half-light of hope
in that forever night.
A finality. A truth.
Will you let it
hold your hand
         like a father,
                   or friend,
and walk you
                   barefoot
from the room?