She was drowning in a pool of thoughts
Trying to silence who she was

Left and right
She had always been confronted with
Nothing but illusions of happiness

She was told happiness was a choice
Logic then indicated that
Depression was a choice too
And her choice ,
her choice was always depression

It was something about the pain
That soon became a ******* game

The adrenaline , the rush , the insomniac nights
They had all became a habit
It was the source of her writing
The source of  her life
It was addictive
It was a drug she loved getting high off of
It had become her best friend,  her companion
For it was always around
Anxiety was her cousin

She had learned to love them both
She embraced them
I mean how could she not
when they were the only ones
who were always around when no one else was

Time obliged her to learn how to conceal her depression
She had mastered it
And no one had a clue

She thought to herself one night
Asking the awakened sky
Why it seemed that she needed depression to survive
Why she needed depression to get by
When all she ever wanted was to ******* strive

I'm falling to pieces
but I don't mind
because the high I felt with you
was worth my time

                              Or maybe it wasn't
                             and im just venting
                      Telling myself it was worth it
                     When I know it really wasn't
                        
your memory haunts me
 No, more like it taunts me
causing the raging storms within

                      I guess its time to walk away
                       While i haven't yet became
                                       Insane
  
My ego whispers , he was yours
The monsters the storm created
Whisper , dont let him go

                    But the bit of sanity I have left
                             Shrivels and says
                               Accept that it
                      just wasn't meant to be

Don't trust your eyes cause they can deceive you
they'll make you believe you, as if you couldn't be you
and the monsters in my room are a perfect example
"American Dream" another example
Pathological liars… Why are we all being lied to ?
Things that were there weren't really there,
and it was all because I was unaware
My mind is louder than the monsters in my closet,
but aren't they also part of it ?
Self-created psychosis, fed by our shared demons
because these people…
And my people are in pain, and all you do is sit and pray
Do you not see that you're the prey ?
because these people have a blindfold that's made up of fears,
now covered in tears
Why are we making them so omnipotent?
Are you unaware that we're all fucken human?
All just as powerful
All just as evil
What is even "superior"?
Now look, you've made the devils so superior
You've made God so superior, you even make him sound evil
Don't you see that all you do is empower them,
when all they do is unpower one
Can't you see that we are one?
They're nothing without the people being something
We're living in a lie because were made believe that if we cant beat them we gotta join em',
but that's just their form of brainwashment
So are you with me when I say that I don't get it?
That I don't get the violence,
what ever happened to the kindness?
were suppose to be united
but Twain was so right…
we might just be "The Lowest Animal"…                                -Frida V.