what if I just let it eat me? tear my flesh from my bone swallow me whole
if I fell down through its throat to the belly would it be full?
am I enough to ease its hunger or would it still try and devour?
my guess is the latter because when the beast rears it’s ugly head it demands with all of its power.
victim after victim, it hides in the shadows invisible to the eye, but wreaking havoc inside
the beast has a name and it rhymes with oppression
stealing breath from my lungs, anxiety bubbles claws so sharp it could slash the most stable to rubble
self-medication over self-meditation
when it’s late at night it comes with a dark fog, whispering that I don’t have long
I have good friends and I have good family but all I hear is the whisperings of loneliness in my ear
oh well. I'll just keep pushing on
PSA- this is a poem about depression and has some dark themes. I wanted to capture the thoughts and feelings depression brings. Even though I suffer from depression I have a good support system. Please don't worry about me. Also please feel free to message me if you ever need someone to talk to