Mind's in a daze,
Don't know where to begin.
Let me tell you how depression wins.
First it creeps,
Then it hides.
Makes life so surreal,
Emotions: they run wild, conceal.
The words you cannot get out --
The hurt you feel: they will always doubt.
Your mood changes..... Your heart hurts.....
Your wrists bleed,
Your stomach turns.
Eyes on fire --
Fresh scars appear.
You fake that smile,
The rest of you disappears.
Sadness comes,
You hit that undesirable, all time, low.
Along with it, your brain goes numb,
All of a sudden, there's no feeling any longer.
Emotionally: you hate who you've become and who you are.
But "Oh, Well", you're used to thinking, "it's just another scar."
Once you're convinced --
The yearning for that eternal peace becomes what you want because:
it feels better, smarter, happier and easier....than ever before.
Once you take that step, and the pain suddenly disappears,
You know the deed is done.
Your endless depression: it has won.
Omg, that sounds like a lot
Omg, that sounds like a lot more than depression.
.............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "