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DEPRESSIONS TRUE IDENTITY

DEPRESSIONS TRUE IDENTITY:

 

Through the skin, into the muscle, down to the bones.

Deep inside it feeds on me.

I don't know how it got in or when? Maybe the day after my mother had lost her baby.

But other than that I am a basket case. Unable to cope and understand.

What it wants. What it needs. I have all I can ask for, and all that I need.

Its unhappy. I cannot please it. Its full of rage, sadness and self harm.

I try. I try to deal with it. Its a monster, and now its a part of me.

Even a rope around its neck could not stop this beast.

It'll feed on others, once it gets what it needs. What must I do to get this thing out of me?

They say I'm insane, lost and confused. I swear I did not invite this thing in!

It came for no reason. No permission nor meaning. Maybe it saw something in me.

Something everyone misses. A happy child. With happy thoughts.

Wide smile and full of dreams. Has taken over me. Filled me with hate and rage.

Made me into something, that I am not. I want the old me back.

It came inside me, and its asking for all of me. I cannot disobey its commands.

I know what it wants. Its not asking for my soul, heart or brain. It wants all of me.

They say the only way to get rid of this thing, is to give myself to it.

If what they say is true, I will soon be happy again. With the ones I have lost.

I have tried many times. But they were all failed attempts at suicide.

I'm crying out. I'm bleeding. I'm not thinking it out.

For gods sake, will someone take this demon out of me.

They call it depression, and I'm begging for your help.