Misery Loves Company

I am the silence,

Yet I am the screams of night.

I am the shadow up against your back.

I am the indefinite,

But I know my limitations.

I am the mask you wear upon your face.

I am the demon from your nightmares.

I am the grim reaper, I can be a murderer.

I am your tears; I am your cuts and scars.

I am the common and the deadly, both emotionaly and physically.

I am a haunting, I am your ghost.

I am the constant despair.

I am the pain and anger.

I am the cause, I am the reason.

I lay just underneath the surface, I can go unseen.

I can convince you to never find help, I can bring fear.

I am confusion.

I am your blade, against your wrist.

I am the blood that drips forth.

I am the shouts, I am the keeper.

I am the darkness, we tangle much deeper.

What am I you ask?

I am depression.