My Depression, he pretends to be my friend when I'm alone,
He holds me in the dark as I cry,
He offers me sharp things and says "you'll feel better" with a sympathetic smile.
My depression, an old friend is resident in my home,
He wraps me up in his dark blanket,
He clings on as I try to shake him.
My depression, he gets angry when I feel better,
He frantically scrambles to grab me as I break free,
He simply drags me down, harder and more aggressive each time.
My depression teaches me to be happy in front of others,
He tells me fake a smile "you're not Ill enough to need help,"
He gets angry when I try to talk about him.
My Depression pushes me further each day,
He shows me my reflection and with a smirk on his face, picks at my insecurities,
He shows me pictures of train tracks and ropes, tells me this is my future.
My Depression makes me scared to talk about him,
He keeps me inside, away from view,
He bruises my body until I feel dead.
But, My depression is my abuser...
If he were a real human, he'd be sent to prison,
He is in your head, yes, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't lock him away.
Darling, if only you'd realise your beauty, you would not let him treat you this way.
You do not have to live with your Depression,
You do not have to live with him...
Hope that wasn't too boring for you, thanks for reading💕 have a lovely day
