Why am I doing this again,
Crying without a reason?
Why do I keep hiding away
My tears and my freedom?
I feel like I'm in a cage
Stuffed with the worst of the creatures
But really nothing is on my way
To me and my freedom.
Only my mind, this hell inside me,
Only this really keeps breaking me.
My mind is a horrible place
Where all the demons sleep.
Except they are always awake
And never at ease.
They are my father
And people around me.
They are all the broken people
That have yet to be.
They are the memories,
Past, present and future.
They are a part of me,
Of me and my torture.
They are always there,
Never disappear.
They are taking over
More with every day.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
