DEPRESSION (A POEM)

It's a legion of demons, it's a dark place, it's a bunch of disturbing thoughts.

You just want to be loved.

These demons Pull you in try to comfort you."C'mon sip a little more of this sad juice".

"Leave?. That's bad news, stay an hour more".

"Talk to someone?. We're not company enough?"

"Friends won't understand don't bother. Yes yes bottle all that sad stuff up".

It's stress on your mental and it hurts real bad.

You're a flower without petals. It's driving you mad.

Now you're fed up you need an escape. These demons won't let you speak up.

So it's suicide? No you still want to live.

Ah-ha drugs will suffice. Maybe then their voices will be buried deep beneath the surface.

As your senses are heightened theirs are nerfed. You can feel the constant shrieking fade in the background. Yes peace!

The more drugs you take the farther away from them you feel.

"A little more"!. And now it's one too many, you're in the ICU.

Now people want to judge, they don't understand the struggle. I don't have the solutions but yeah I see you.
-GB ☆