It speaks to me,
comes in waves
following the moon
I can't always hear the words
but I know the voices
and I understand their meaning
There are different parts,
of depression
many different factors making one whole
one powerful,
clear truth
It speaks to me,
assuring me that it will always be there
as consistent as the rain
more inconsistent than the storm
I try to protect myself from it,
withdraw from the world
pull the covers up over my head
hibernate for the winter
but the madness just gets more clever
and my mind will always outsmart me
lingering in the dark,
with one hand outstretched
inviting me in with the poisonous apple
I will always fall for the trick
take a bite,
and let it take me down
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
It speaks to me,
comes in waves
following the moon
I can't always hear the words
but I know the voices
and I understand their meaning
There are different parts,
of depression
many different factors making one whole
one powerful,
clear truth
It speaks to me,
assuring me that it will always be there
as consistent as the rain
more inconsistent than the storm
I try to protect myself from it,
withdraw from the world
pull the covers up over my head
hibernate for the winter
but the madness just gets more clever
and my mind will always outsmart me
lingering in the dark,
with one hand outstretched
inviting me in with the poisonous apple
I will always fall for the trick
take a bite,
and let it take me down
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