It's funny how society shows us how to opress
The depressed teens and adults of this generation.
“It’s just a phase”
“I had it worse when i was a child”
“Attention seeking liar”
“Get over it”
But maybe i can’t get over it.
Depression turned my once happy stream of joyful thoughts
Into a rainy, dark pit of sadness.
A pit only to be filled with
Helplessness, insomnia, self-destruction, and a little madness.
This illness has broken me
I feel like I have to carry the burden of darkness on my shoulder
And each time I try to get better, I regress.
The only way to repress my feelings is to let
Niagara Falls drip from wrists, to my stomach, to my hips, & to my thighs
And hide it with a mouthful of lies
My inner demons gained control over my brain,
Bringing me so much pain that it became hard to do anything.
Even eating became a chore
Because it was hard to eat when I can’t even look in the mirror without fear
Of the Image standing in front of me.
Ugly, worthless, stupid
You don’t even have the drive to stay alive,
So why care about yourself or your health?
You’re better off dead.
But of course, it was all in my head, so no one understood.
No one understood that i stayed up til 4 in the morning
Having a mental breakdown, with death on my mind.
I just wish someone could reach behind my mask and find the real me
The sad me
The broken me
The mentally drained me
The me that has been drowning in my own darkness for years now
sorry if its not the best.