A mind filled with clear thoughts
Until the thick black fog came
And with the fog there came a depression,
And with the depression came the monsters
Monsters like:
Loneliness, insecurity, fear, tiredness, worthless
Pain, powerless, desire and many more.
While the fog cleared and the thoughts where getting clearer
I could count the many scars hidden in my mind
Big and small.
Thinking everything was finally fine.
No more pain, no more fogged up thoughts.
But while the fog had cleared away,
the monsters didn’t go.
Mostly they where gone, but some where still hiding
Waiting for my guard to drop down
To attack me in the middle of the night
or on the corner of the street
Just waiting for a moment of weakness
Waiting to attack and make my life hell again.
