Words of the Broken and the Lover

Depression II

Written on: December 16, 2017

I can hear the sorrow,
the agony.
Those voices haunts me.
The same voices that haunts each and every one of you.

Nightmares by the day.
Horror pills at night.
It lurks everywhere.
It keeps me at its bay.

It keeps me a hostage.
It chokes me until I'm near breathless.
It gives me the thought of wanting to kill myself
           and at the same it gives me heart-stirring words to keep me alive.

It shouts superiority over me
           and no matter how
           it will always take over me.<br>
Then I become its lifeless puppet.

Everyone questions my behavior
           and not all believes my story.
Some it is real and it&apos;s true while others say it's just my own fantasy.
It's not my fault that it's invisible and has taken over me.

It gave me no choice.
It is not something that I wanted
           but I'm tired of everything...
           of this... of explaining....of myself.

But before I vanish, if you feel its presence do not let it get you.
Do not let it take over you and always remember there is somone out there that will always listen and stay by your side.
It's just that I was unlucky that I did not have anyone.