What is depression?
Some people say it's being sad.
Some say it's not being able to be happy.
For me, it's every good thing I know to be true about myself, everything I do, for ever compliment I ever receive, it's another voice telling me the opposite.
It's self-abuse, but know that I'm a wonderful person, but wholly believing that I deserve to die.
It's knowing you're a good person but being told you're evil.
It's all the times you talk bad about yourself while knowing it's not true.
It's a voice.
It's a voice that contradicts everything you've ever known.
It's a voice that you don't trust but believe like religion.
It's a voice you can't hear that screams at the back of your mind.
But it's a whisper.
It's a voice putting down how good you truly are.
But letting you know that you deserve to burn.
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Sometimes I Write Poems, Sometimes I Write Songs
RandomA collection of everything I've written to be posted on theprose.com. Between short stories and poetry, I think too much.
