For too many years I’ve been an unwilling host
To an invader inside my head
A parasite
See, the thing about a parasite?
It’s magnificent at hiding
It starts out small, undetectable
Worming its way inside your body, your mind
But this microscopic monster starts to feed off you
Eating away your existence from the inside out
Tearing through your flesh with its piercing teeth
Flooding your brain with searing poison
It releases its young to metastasize the damage
By the time you have an inkling of the war raging inside
This army has grown by hundreds, thousands
And they have nuked the battleground, leaving nothing behind.
My parasite may be called depression but it works just the same
Starting off in the shadows
Silently entering your mind
Feeding off your suffering
Injecting you with its lies
“You are worthless”
“You’re a burden”
“You don’t belong on this earth”
These lies grow in numbers, destroying every inch of happiness
Until you see the lies as truth in your corrupted lens
You are filled with an unwavering dread
Crippled by an interminable loneliness
And you are at the mercy of this ruthless being
Then you go days without sleeping
Days without feeling
Arms covered in red slashes to at least feel something
The world starts spinning faster, but you’re still stuck in slow motion
You want someone to hear your silent screams
But your presence has become microscopic, invisible
And how do you put into words what even you can’t understand?
So the darkness consumes you until you’re nothing but an empty shell
A ghost of a human being
Going through the motions of life while no longer living
And all you plead for is the pain to cease
So you drown in a sea of pills and pray it’s enough to send you into eternal slumber.
I may have raised the white flag on my battle
But I was saved before my soul could flee this earth
And I am grateful for each breath I still take
But this war is far from over
My parasite may have been pacified yet it still remains
Silently pulling the strings in the background
And each day I fear it will again grow too strong
And conquer the battlefield of my mangled mind.

I couldn't care less about
"Inspirational Quotes"
I don't need to be told that
the present is a gift
or what the best thing about
rock bottom is
or that only I can stop forest fires.

If I was to write one myself,
it would have less to do with
landing in the stars,
and more to do with
how much better you could see them
if you had the eyes of an octopus.

See,
Octopi have such phenomenal eyes.
The spectrum of color they see
makes our own look like
the ****** box of crayons
you get at a kids restaurant.
Whereas an octopuses,
would be the beautiful,
64 Crayola pack
I always wanted as a kid.

If I ever went blind,
I think I'd get octopus eye replacements.
And yeah,
I'd probably look weird because
they'd be too big for my head
but can you imagine how
strange and incredible
it would be?
And it wouldn't matter how I look because
how I see things
is more important to me
than how I'm seen.

If there was even the
slightest chance,
of seeing though the
eyes of an octopus,
that's reason enough to be alive.

And if I could take your life
or your perspective,
and change it even a bit,
that's reason enough too.

So look through the
eyes of an octopus.

Can you imagine the stars?