Barely a whisper yet almost like a scream are they real or merely in a dream
They proceed with determination not to be denied they know from them i have no place to hide
Telling me I am this or am that making me feel like i am being hit with a bat
You know your worthless useless hopeless they cry nonstop so many saying i cannot deny
A lone faint utterance tries to speak but the doomfilled accusing ones say no its too weak
Why do they clamor and seek my demise gaining steam like a tsunami me they despise
I try many things to get them away nothing works or helps they continue to stay
Please that super tiny one deep in my head hurry get louder before i am dead
A/N- This is written to indicate the hellishness that is depression. It is very real and it can be overwhelming when it has anyone locked in its grip. I always seek to show the positive in my writings but I also know the blackness and bleakness when it strikes, so many others do. Let the ones that bring us down fail. Find the smallest voice that ends up the loudest.
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