Darkness is creeping in my mind.
The shadows covering my sight.
My thoughts are a river's flow
I'm waiting for a wind to blow
Them out, to hide them away.
The darkness is pushing me down
The shadows clawing at my mind
The thoughts telling me to die
The help is nowhere to be found.
I'm laying way down on the ground
The weight of my demons too much,
They want me to give up, to bound.
It's too much for me, everything such
A darkness, not letting me go, to be free.
Crimsom red liquid dripping down my wrist
I feel alive, the pain in my head is gone.
The demons, they want control, to feast
I am helpless and once again alone.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
