Is that my limit I see coming?

My head
my mind
so full of scorpions
it's said that at any trigger
depression strikes...
Thus the very thing that has driven me
will be that very thing that shatter me into pieces

Is it my limitation now?

I want to carry on
I want to get things on
but why is it so difficult?
A man of mistakes I am
I can't help but to start feeling
that at I'd be frequently failing
and getting up though difficult I still did
Going for the next step to carry on
I keep in mind my love for her

But when depression hits
I'm not even sure if I'd be able to pull this through...
coz' then probably, whatever I'd do
won't be in my grasp...
and in random switching of my damaged mind

The weekends has come
the moment for my treatment
leaving me shivering in horror
feeling of uselessness
and define me strengthless
will hit by a jab
But is it all working?
I guess my only true therapy
needn't go far...
Coz' plainly, it's her...
she has defined my moods
my sleep
and just me...

I love her
I see what truely loving is...
that even through pain
through difficulties one'd tide over
to push things through
make things better...
I try to understand...
I try to make amends...
For her...
Only her...
Just her...
I care and I do really care...
right to the last breath of me