Dark Poetry

Two Monsters

Hello, I'm in a strange mental state,
It's crueler than any other fate.
Two monsters that cause me strife.
They can't make me live my life.

One makes my vision blurry,
While the other makes me worry.
Depression has me in it's claws,
Anxiety has me in it's jaws.

These monsters, need to leave.
These monsters, make me grieve.
These monsters, play again.
These monsters, are my end.

Depression came upon junior year.
Thinking I had nothing to fear.
Things started to drag me down.
Now I feel like I'm 6 feet unground.

3 years later, it's still remain.
This monster driving me insane.
It's the reason I cannot sleep.
It's the reason I hate to eat.

Thinking about the past days.
Wanting it to be just in the haze.
It won't let me forget,
Making me live with constant regret.

I want this creature to go away.
Dying is the remedy I can say.
Everyday it gets bigger and bigger.
I just want to pull the damn trigger.

Why can I just die?
I know the reason why.
Depression has a little friend.
They're there for each other till the bitter end.

These monsters, need to leave.
These monsters, make me grieve.
These monsters, play again.
These monsters, are my end.

Anxiety came after Depression grew,
His feeding was almost through.
He brought a friend to help get stronger.
I don't know if I want to live any longer.

Anxiety has me in it's teeth.
It prevents me to even speak.
Those two go hand in hand.
Like they had this planned.

Anxiety has me thinking.
That if I die, many will be sinking.
Hope and love, they never gave.
Following me to the grave.

Over thinking about my life.
Over thinking my future wife.
If my friends are really there,
If anyone truly cares.

These monsters, need to leave.
These monsters, make me grieve.
These monsters, play again.
These monsters, are my end.

Depression gets heavy on my chest,
It never gives me time to rest.
Anxiety fuels my thoughts.
Things that shouldn't been sought.

Make him sad,
Make him feel bad.
We can feed.
They're full of greed.

I never want these creatures to win.
If I let them, it's just a sin.
I want to believe in being better.
I want my life to get together.

These monsters, need to leave.
These monsters, make me grieve.
These monsters, play again.
These monsters, are my end.

I'm fine I'm fine, it's been a while, but I've been busy. Sometimes poetry takes time and sometimes it takes a lot out of me.

There's nothing going on, I just wanted to write about this cause it got me down for a while.

Sincerely,
Crimson