“hi, my name is….”

i am that voice that calls your name
when there is no one else around
i am the one that knows you’re fucking up
even before you hit the ground
i am the face you’ve never seen
when you look into the mirror
i am the screams that no one hears
when your breaking point is getting nearer
i am the you that no one knows
because they would never understand
i make you ask how high
and you will do what i command
i will not give in because you beg
i will not respond to your tears
i am the you, you hate that you’ve become
i am the worst among your fears
i will take you as my prisoner
i will never let you win
my name is depression
i’ve come to devour you from within…..

by: paisley

photo:

http://crowskie.deviantart.com/art/Depression-v2-17944771

7 Responses to ““hi, my name is….””

  1. Greybeard Says:

    resistance is futile.

  2. beartwinsmom Says:

    This is so true…

  3. rel Says:

    paisley,
    The door may be hidden, but just know that it’s there.
    rel

  4. Scot Says:

    chills

  5. misterbooks Says:

    Your poems focus so well. There is no guessing when reading your words. Bitter-sweet.
    Peace,

  6. ozymandiaz Says:

    yea, i know who you are and what you are about

  7. Vasudha Says:

    an excellent description of depression…

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