The fear still creeps back,
The insecurities still creep back,
Although I survived once,
Will it happen twice?
Depression isn't an easy battle,
You must defeat it several times,
For the monsters to finally rest,
Or else they keep on coming.
But I think I've learnt my lesson,
I'll try my best to hold on,
To the anchor that saved me,
The anchor called hope.
The reason for my depression you ask?
It isn't just one reason,
It's a big mountain of them,
For life isn't easy.
I think the monsters still exist,
But just locked in a corner,
I look back at them sometimes,
In chronological order.
It started with the words,
The words thrown at me,
The words that ran like a broken record in my head,
The words that I'll have to learn to walk over.
Then came the insecurities,
The time when I despised myself,
When looking at a mirror was hard,
When I loathed myself.
After this came along the good ol' guilt,
It made me feel worthless,
Like somehow this was all my fault,
But the fault was no one's since this was bound to happen.
Now you've met my inner monsters,
The nagging little creatures,
The little voices in my head,
The reason why I drowned in the first place.
A/N: Hey guys, I've decided that I might continue on this poem and try making a story line. You'll learn more about the girl and her depression.
Yes or no?
