Every morning I wake up
And fight a losing battle
Against depression
I say I'm in charge of me
But it parades me around on a leash of self hatred
It gives me self doubt to keep me up at night
And anxiety to keep me in bed in the morning
It hands me masks of 'I'm okay' to hide the tear stains
And hoodies to hide the scars
It has six arms
One pair to cover my ears from the kind words
One to cover my eyes from the beauty of this broken world
And one to cover my mouth,so I can't scream for help
I say 'I'll be okay'
But that is depression
Holding me at gun point
And yet
I still fight
In this ever
Losing battle
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PoetryA bunch of random poems by yours truly. *sporadic updates* ⚠WARNING⚠ this book contains content that might be triggering for some readers
