Pieces of Me-Open Poetry

Depression

Have you eyes ever felt heavy?
Cloudy, like a gloomy rainy day?
Have you ever wanted to cry so bad that it hurt your heart?
Like a literal pain, tugging on the strings of the folds in your brain?
A monster is under your bed and depression is it's name.
It changes every game, no matter the wealth or the fame.
It tricks your core into a demon that you've never seen before.
Until it becomes a problem that you just can't ignore
Each time growing bigger than the last,
A ghoul that is haunting me in the present, not the past.
Tearing the confidence I worked so hard to build.
I need to talk to someone who is a little more skilled.
I just want to know why my soul feels like it's going to die,
On my knees, begging, asking "why"?
Can I please just lock myself away?
"It's too hard", "I'm hurting", "I cannot stay"
My devil is playing tricks on me,
But my perception is clouded so it's hard to see.
In a hole so deep, It feels like I could be stuck forever
If only I could stop this with the simple pull of a lever.
Instead I'll do what I know best,
Work and try to ignore this pain in my chest
Until I'm so exhausted I can't think,
Until I fall asleep every time I blink.
Actually, can I just have a drink?