Depression: Fallen Angel
Depression, my friend who is always lonely
Yet never leaves my side
Depression, who has hurt you?
You constantly whisper words of sadness into my ears
Marking my soul with your breath
You turn on the facuet to watch
The tears cascade down my already worn face
You make the best of days too to handle
You sit in the corner of our tightly locked prison cell and tell us we're doing
everything right because no one likes us anyways
Depression, you're a terrible friend
The gloomy days and sunny days all run together
Into a giant vaccum of a black hole slowly sucking our joy away little by little
The carefree, joyful memories I have before you arrived
Fade into black and white memories in my mind
The empty, hollow feeling in my chest unloads it's suitcase as if it wants to stay
You throw a party in my cranium cavity and invite your colleagues
Anxiety
Bad thoughts
Loneliness
Emptiness
They all decide they want to stay, almost like an extended vacation
All my friends are chased out of their rooms and out into the darkness of your arms
Anxiety chases away motivation and grabs joy on the way out the door
Bad thoughts call dibbs on happiness and pins her to the ground
Loneliness decides to pick on friendship until he gets fed up and leaves
Emptiness reclines back and watches as insterest gets shoved out the door
Your friends make my body their kingdom
Running amock and leaving destruction behind them wherever they go
While I am locked in the tower of my own mind
Depression, you are an evil
A tear drop, rain-drop on the window pane, thunder, lightning nightmare
Of an empty bed with racing thoughts and pounding-like-horses-hooves heartbeat
An unwordly, God-forsaken, slithering mess
When will I be free of your tyranny?
You make me feel like a songbird trapped in a barred cage
And you stole my song to sing
But, I know the truth.
Depression, you are weak.
A pathetic shell of a once happy, carefree soul who now sucks the soul
Out of me because you had yours taken away
You damage friendships, destroy my will power and desingrate my hope
But, it's because you were turned into nothing
You were created to destroy, detain and deprive
You were created to make people feel weak, worthless and worried
Over things they can't control
You were designed to be nothing but a nuisance
You make me feel powerless because that's exactly what you are:
Powerless
You cannot break me.
I am the survivor, the champion, the winner.
You have lost.
You will continue to lose.
I will always pull ahead and break the ribbon to win the first place trophy in life
Because I know who I am.
Do you?