It started the day before yesterday,
Which isn't 2 days ago,
Maybe two years ago,
The dates I can't really place.

Slowly, for some reason I can't remember,
I tripped and fell into the cold arms of depression.
If there was anything I would have wanted to fall for, not you Satan.

That night,
I couldn't breathe, my chest heavy, my eyes wouldn't open,
I knew I was fighting to be free but it wasn't working,
I couldn't scream, couldn't breathe, couldn't wake up.

My therapist called it, sleep paralysis.
The helplessness I felt,
I had a stirring contest with the devil,
It was death I saw.
But even as I battled with my life, even as I battled to keep my head above water,
The devil that threatened my existence has a pretty name "sleep...