When I talk about my depression and anxiety
I pretend it’s not a part of me
There’s a person in my brain
Causing me to go insane
He makes me say mean things to myself
Placing my feelings in a box on the shelf
A box that I’m not allowed to touch
It’s filled with all the things I want so much
It’s filled with self love, faith, and hope
It’s taped up, wrapped up, and tied up with rope
The man inside my brain doesn’t have a name
Yet I’m so familiar with his wicked game
Sometimes he wins and I can’t get out of bed
Sometimes I win and I can rule my own head
Nobody understands and nobody will
I wish he didn’t exist still
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
When I talk about my depression and anxiety
I pretend it’s not a part of me
There’s a person in my brain
Causing me to go insane
He makes me say mean things to myself
Placing my feelings in a box on the shelf
A box that I’m not allowed to touch
It’s filled with all the things I want so much
It’s filled with self love, faith, and hope
It’s taped up, wrapped up, and tied up with rope
The man inside my brain doesn’t have a name
Yet I’m so familiar with his wicked game
Sometimes he wins and I can’t get out of bed
Sometimes I win and I can rule my own head
Nobody understands and nobody will
I wish he didn’t exist still
my depression is always the worst at night. tonight is a night where I’m not winning
