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My fight with depression |
Who am I? I am depression! It is my job to put you down. There is no rhyme and reason to what I do, it is just who I am! My job is to kick you down and then kick again to keep you down I take great delight in making you down for no reason, It is my nourishment, my nutrition; it is how I feed myself by depriving you of all You feel good; I will make you feel guilty You feel hope; I will take it away You feel happy; I will replace it with sadness If you drink water, I will poison the well I am here to spread misery; I am here to deny you friendship, I am here to help you wallow in self-pity; I am here to make loneliness appear I am more powerful than you could ever imagine, I am always by your side You try to find things to do; you try to live your dreams You have always wanted to write; I tease you along the way You have so many stories in you; I hear and see them everyday I know their beginnings and endings; I even know the journey along the way But I will not allow them to escape; they will never see the light of day They will remain hidden; that I know because I have the key You try to find it; you talk to others to find a way You know medication does not work; I am immune to all the little pills So you talk to others for understanding; hoping that the key will one day be found and joy will be near But when joy starts to appear, I will raise my head and that you should fear Fighting me is so difficult, I am entrenched and I plan to stay that way I am now back with a vengeance and I plan to make you pay I am going to make your life more miserable; it’s my reason for being this way You try so hard to fight me; but I am stronger than what the doctors say Listen to me when I whisper it: ‘Life is not worth living anyway’ You see, I care for you so much; without you, I would not exist You see, that life frightens you; I hide all that is good You see, that is my reason for being; without me, what would life be like Without me, you would have a life and leave me alone and that I can’t do. Without me, your smile would be genuine Without me, your laughter would be infectious Without me, you would not understand Understand me and we will get along Understand there is no rhyme and reason to what I do, it is just who I am It is my job to put you down I am depression! Fight me for all that it is worth |