I lost...
they won..
I loved the most...
they never even tried.
All they did was smile.. you
But I was there, I loved and cared. Trusted and did stuff for you. I lost myself for you.
Depression is war.
A battle agents yourself.
Every though is a bullet.
Every movement is a punch.
Every word is a stab in the heart.
Depression is a thief.
It steals everything you once had.
Everything left behind are the things that keep you trapped.
Depression is murder.
It killed the girl I used to be.
I look in the mirror, and I see this thing.
Depression is zombie.
You're alive but dead.
You're unaware of what's happening.
You're the walking dead.
Depression is a nightmare.
You wake up into a hell.
You're afraid of living.
Everything seams 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 war.
A constant battle within yourself.
I think I might surrender because I've had enough.
Depression is war.
Either you win.
Or you die trying.
And I'm afraid to say I'm loosing.
