Fighting battles inside my head
You portray them as farce and dead
Yet you laugh and a vengeance peels from your lips
Let me tell you what lies I’ve decapitated from the many voices pursuing my name,
You may see my pain
But I am not weak
In fact I’ve got many a battle wounds healing as we speak
But you may say what you will
I’d like the change the play and change the bill
Yet we used to play such games hidden away rotting like the old mushrooms from another late sunny day
No I am not weak
You are indeed the weak one who’ll soon find your lips have been sewn as such to hide the dark mausoleum which once held your velvet soft tongue
Yet such words of hate spilled from that very mouth once
I’ll smile for yet my vengeance has been kept fast
I speak of peace but I dare say that hate brews quite fast
So quite instead
I can spread my peace
But my love can’t always be paid back, and received  
I’ll keep tight onto my dreams
A world I’ve built, no pain, no gain, no one to laugh and call you insane.

©Jessica Stull

Darkness is part of my world.
You may not see that because
I hide behind smiles and laughs.
I’ll save you and leave me behind because the dark is no fun.

Darkness is part of my world.
Without the dark,
I’ll never be who I am today.
Without the dark,
I’ll never understand people
who also lives in the dark.
Without the dark,
I’ll never know how scary the world is.

Darkness is part of my world.
I cry and hide away from the world.
I blame and hate myself.
I overthink and get sad.
I bawl my eyes out and sit in the dark.

The clouds follow me every where.
No matter where and what the situation is.
The clouds are always with me.

When I’m in the dark,
there is no such thing as light
but just clouds.
Pouring rain with clouds.

These clouds would not stop following me.
They haunt me down every where I go.
In situations where I’m in such joy,
the clouds walk along with me.

I’m thankful for clouds
Because after the rain, there’s rainbows.
Even though there are rainbows, all I saw was rain and clouds.

Depression doesn’t pick its victims through color,
Anxiety won’t select its casualties by ***.

The rich and poor can be picked,
As mental illness doesn’t care about money.

No matter how much strength a person possesses,
Mental illness can still prey on people.

This disease doesn’t discriminate,
Affecting anyone all across the board.