The Age Of Aquarius: Awakening My Emotions Through Poetry

Monsters

Depression is a monster without a face

It feeds off life

It wipes the smile off your face and puts a frown in its place you feel displaced

And it don't matter the place or the time

Depression can hit you on a dime

Even in your prime it won't let you shine

You can't help but whine and drink all the time all to feel fine you're just tryna make it rhyme

You're just tryna find out why your skies aren't blue and you feel so damn blue and you don't know what else to do but to lay in bed all day as you waste away and fade into the darkness

Hair falling out from the stress you can't even get dressed you're fucking depressed.

Life feels like a mess no matter how many times you clean it

You still feel like trash and you really do mean it you just wanna leave it

You can't believe it has held onto you this long

It feels wrong

You don't know where you went wrong you are strong

But the monster is draining you fast

You don't know if you can last

You feel like you're in last as your friends and family pass you by

You wanna give up and say bye

You wanna spread your wings and fly

Just say it you wanna die

But you got too much pride so you continue to ride until you can't no more

Steady searching for an open door but you're stuck in the dark the monster keeps you on the floor and feeds on your heart you don't know where to start

Because every time it gets better it rains it gets wetter and you forgot your sweater you're not prepared to weather the storm

You just want to be warm but your clothes are all worn just like your worn body

But you don't ever call on nobody so you keep getting bodied

The devil is calling, he been studying and watching your every move

He knows you better than you, so you sit there and take the abuse

What's the use in fighting?

The monster brought his friends what's the use in trying?

They're eating you alive they're ripping and prying

They don't care that you're crying they don't care that you're dying

And you're outnumbered

You can't get no slumber so you sit alone and wonder who sees you?

When you look in the mirror you don't recognize who's looking back at you it's not you but it's disguised as you and it despises you and it describes you as worthless without a purpose you deserve this

But you know that you don't so you won't give up

You keep on getting up though the taste is sour

You take a shower and water yourself with power you are a delicate flower like the flowers you draw in that fogged up mirror

She wipes it clear and sees that depression is within her