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An invisible parasite I cannot see, Is constantly eating away at me. Consuming me with patient consistency. “I will not give up” I decree But it just keeps taking silently I wish only for it to break free To decide it’s done with this gluttony With this feast on my personality, On my memories of being happy. “It’s okay, I am still me” I say to myself desperately But it pumps poison straight to my psyche, With thoughts like they will not miss your pathetic tranquility And just end this suffering eternally As I think I am nearly ready To face the music and run from reality I pause on the memory Of my quiet determined resiliency Oh, I thought I was above this crushing parasite of melancholy As it plagued me with its apathy. I laugh at this thought manically, That I could ever surpass this parasite as it destroyed me slowly, ‘Til I’m curled on the floor, breathing heavy, Until I feel the only way to stop this peacefully Is to surrender to the ending of this slow and painful tragedy.
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
Parasitic Tragedy
An invisible parasite I cannot see, Is constantly eating away at me. Consuming me with patient consistency. “I will not give up” I decree But it just keeps taking silently I wish only for it to break free To decide it’s done with this gluttony With this feast on my personality, On my memories of being happy. “It’s okay, I am still me” I say to myself desperately But it pumps poison straight to my psyche, With thoughts like they will not miss your pathetic tranquility And just end this suffering eternally As I think I am nearly ready To face the music and run from reality I pause on the memory Of my quiet determined resiliency Oh, I thought I was above this crushing parasite of melancholy As it plagued me with its apathy. I laugh at this thought manically, That I could ever surpass this parasite as it destroyed me slowly, ‘Til I’m curled on the floor, breathing heavy, Until I feel the only way to stop this peacefully Is to surrender to the ending of this slow and painful tragedy.
The parasite is depression
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
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