Hey, how are you? Are you grateful for this year? Or are you mad because you can't go anywhere because of the invincible disease that's floating everywhere The disease that hinders your freedom Or are you thankful because you had the chance to know yourself more, the chance to make up for the lost time with your loved ones Or are you alone by yourself with nothing to do but listen to the tick of the clock, the beat of your heart and the classic beep of pure silence Or does the loneliness that engulfs you acts as a therapy for your broken soul, Or is it just the fuel that feeds the monster inside The monster that makes you vulnerable to your emotions, The monster that keeps you up all night weeping, The monster that's slowly drifting you away from being sane, The monster who everyone calls a “phase” But you call it depression. Because no one understands the agonizing misery you’re going thorough And instead of fighting for being in control you just gave up and let it roam because you are now tired of their judgment, of their criticism, of their endless complaints. But don’t worry you’ll get through this You’ll make It through this. Because you’re a warrior who survived war even without weapons.
I have never seen darkness like yours So palpable Menacing Terrorizing me hauling my choice to ever forgive it
It felt like a knife inches away breathing on my neck cold like the dead that never said goodbye
I had to fight it stand rightous to its madness keep it contained like blood spilling from my hands cupped trying so hard to just save it
And I won or i thought i did but the darkness remained still kept me hostage behind your back you didn't notice you didn't see it the bruise from impact the apathy covering hiding sheltering the obnoxious selfish heaving of my trapped naked self shivering enveloped by darkness The one that almost took your life The one that ruined our night that still holds me tight as i try to survive
My demons can't get out of my head, They yell so hard I'm nearly dead. So many voices, which one do I follow? The loudest one is full of sorrow... I'm not myself at the moment, Or is my true self restrained by torment?