The obsession
With depression
Is really a lesson

Lonely, sorrow, and hurt
Your brain is anything but alert
Nothing but a dead concert

No one understands
They reach with clenched hands
Merely making the wide hole expand

You fall deep down
You feel yourself drown
Left in a ghost town

Before you go to say,
Ask yourself, "Is this okay?"
Because the words you speak,
They will obey.

I have a monster that lives under my bed
He whispers ugly stories about being dead
I shiver in my covers; eyes wide
As his claws tickle at my side

I have a beast that lives in my closet
Often I hear her groan and *****
I hide and pretend she's not there
But at night I hear her in my rocking chair

I have creatures that live in my walls
They scratch and whisper down the hall
I squeeze my eyes shut; afraid
While they chatter about making me their slave

We children have devils in our heads
They screamed, our eyes bled
We huddle and hide, wishing and praying
But of course, they claim they are staying

The night settles in
The dark crawls on my skin
The sleepiness never comes
My heart sounds like a drum

The silence drives me crazy
My vision never gets hazy
I wish for the moon to go down
So I could hear at least one sound

The old house creaks
It feels like it's been weeks
The clock seems unmoving
My sleepiness is not improving

My eyes feel glued open
My mind feels so broken
The minutes turn to hours
My tongue is feeling sour

At 2am insanity bites
I need to turn on the lights
Where the hell is the sun?
I'll only sleep if I use the gun

The fear draws near
My vision is still crystal clear
I pray to god for sleep
I start to shake and weep

4am is when I decide
I want to tear out my eyes
The dark is my blanket
But I just want to yank it

7am. The sun is here
The sounds are back, I can finally hear
The light is now my best friend
And the night has finally come to an end

Those who dream awake
Those whose minds a lake
Reflected, deep, and cold
It's also sick and old

They see the wars
Hear the shores
Wishing they were never born
Wishing, oh, how they're worn

They are the soldiers
Searching for their closure
They listen in silence
To hear their hidden guidance

They're labeled "psychotic"
When really, they're aquatic
Swimming, sinking, diving
They're minds are quickly thriving

They see the future, past, and present
Dreamers, they represent
No more are they "schizophrenic"
They're dreams now, photogenic

How I feel is indescribable
I’m hardly recognizable
My fears are almost desirable
My chaos slowly likable

All I have are thoughts
Their whispers I nearly bought
The scars stretch across
It was almost a loss

Alone in my head
Alone, less than dead
My stomach feels like lead
I’m hanging by a thread

I feel more than sick
I hope it's one big trick
The words play again, “tick tock tick tock tick.”
I really wish this would be quick

Time slows down
Suddenly, there are no sounds
My heart begins to pound
My mind spins around

Eyes turn on me
All I want is to flee
I feel scared, cold, nervous, all three
They point and blame he

It goes away in a flash
The sounds come back, the booms and crash
Time is next, like floating ash
My mind no more is in a mash

I walk away
The stares don’t stay
My mind and heart are again okay
Another average school day

In the dark, in the trees
A sweet, small bird sang to thee

A slow and sad melody
Written by Calamity
And sang by Insanity,

"If I was human,
Words would mean none to thee
Poets would die by sea

If I was human,
Love would disappear
Left with mere a sneer

If I was human,
Fear would be drawn to me
Children no longer see

If I was human,
Stars would turn to dust
Gold now only rust

If I was human,
Blood would be such a rush
Even Death would blush

If I was human,
Screams would be in the air
Pulling and ripping hair

If I was human,
God would be evil
And the Devil would be gleeful

Oh, if I was human,
I’d never stretch my wings
Songs now into strings

How I wish to be human."

A loose *****
A torn shoe
Think twice before you paint it blue

Big numbers
Rolling thunder
The waves pull you under

Feeling down
An unhappy clown
A broken king’s crown

Feeling small
Pictures fall
I hate when birds cry their call

Scattered sticks
Magic tricks
Summer always made me sick

So fix that *****
Buy new shoes
And just paint it blue