If I reach down deep inside,
I can feel the mud in me
It's something I can't hide,
it's what I live & breathe
Like black tar bubbling,
on a sunny August
day.
causing pain so
troubling,
I'm trying to pray it
away
It threatens to show itself
surface & then expose
who I am to myself
and to everyone I
know
Unattractive & ugly,
it's going to win in the
end
It promises my
suffering,
eating me from within
I try to ignore it's gnawing,
the scratching sounds it
makes
I can feel it slowly crawling
filling up any empty space
I know it wants me
weary,
so, it can take full control
I can feel that it
clearly
has begun to take hold
Fogging up a once clear brain,
it is trying to drive me insane
This depression, knows my name,
it's aware that not much strength remains