Depression is a war.
A battle with yourself.
Every thought is a bullet,
Every movement is a punch.
Every word a stab in the heart.
Depression is a theif.
It steals everything you once had.
Everything left behind is the things that kept you trapped.
Depression is a murder.
It killed the girl I used to be.
I Look in the mirror
And I see this thing...
Depression is a zombie,
You're alive but you're dead.
You're unaware of whats happening.
You're the walking dead.
Depression is a nightmare.
You wake up in a hell,
You're afraid of living.
Everything seems impossible to bear.
Depression is an ocean.
A sea of emotions.
You're drowning every day.
However you're never saved.
Depression is a bottomless pit.
Never ending pain.
Never ending struggles.
There is no light.
There is no escape.
Depression is a war.
A constant battle within yourself.
I think I might surrender for I've had enough.
Depression is a war.
You either win,
Or die trying,
And im afraid to say that im losing.....
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Beautiful and Broken
PuisiA bunch of poems I write when I'm sad. Please don't Judge, they're probably terrible but oh well sorry, may be triggering. ⚠TRIGGER WARNING⚠
