TW: Depression as an entity.
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my depression demon wakes me up at 4 a.m. to remind me that i should be sleeping
my depression demon slithers up my body and wraps around me
tightly
until i cannot breathe and my back feels as though it might snap
my depression demon bites my neck so it aches and reminds me that
relaxing was never an option
my depression demon smiles at me as i sit on the bathroom floor at a denny's and cry until i am so dehydrated that my tongue feels like sandpaper and then he consumes me whole and i tense in his belly as i hear muffled questions around me and feel my legs fall asleep
my depression demon looks me in the eyes with his black buttons covering caverns of darkness he calls his own eyes
as he breathes in my joy
as he breathes out despair
my depression demon feeds off both joy and despair as he pours my emotions in a cocktail for breakfast until i am an empty shell that can't even remember what it was like to feel
my depression demon doesn't know what he's doing
but he enjoys it
my depression demon thinks he's helping
he thinks we're best friends so when i finally catch him and put him back in the box under my bed he just thinks it's time to sleep but he will wake again when it's dark out
because the box has no lock and he says what goes
my depression demon scares me
i feel his presence even when i'm having the best day
i feel his breath on my neck at a fair with my friends
and i think someone passed by me too close
but it's him
it's always
him
my depression demon is here now
he's sitting right next to me
he's smiling at me because he thinks that the fact that he's helped me be creative is good
he thinks poems about him are good
he thinks he is good
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my depression demon: a poetry collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written about various topics in my life. Some will be sad, some will be funny, and some will be just gay. I've had these poems for a long time and never had the courage to post them on here. I hope you all enjoy. Warnin...
