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.