It is a whirlpool
It sucks you into a darkness
It tears you apart
It makes you feel as though you are a hideous monster
It makes you think that you don't deserve to live
It can not be seen or touched
It can not be heard nor spoken to
It is something that lives in our minds since the day we are born
It grows and develops as we get older
It weakens us and controls us
It is an inevitable darkness that surrounds us
It can not be stopped nor avoided
It hides in the shadows of our minds
It sees us as sheep to be eaten by it
It rips out our intestines and strings them out across the floor
It is the unholy darkness that ruins us
It forces us to live in our own personnal Hell
It will never leave us alone
It will always come back and tear at our flesh
It stalks us
It waits for the perfect moment to take over
Depression is a whirlpool
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Exposed: A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a book that is filled with the poems that I write. Whether they are depressing, angry, or flat out random, this is where they will end up.
