“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
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May 18, 2008 at 12:35 am
resistance is futile.
May 18, 2008 at 2:05 am
This is so true…
May 18, 2008 at 11:49 am
paisley,
The door may be hidden, but just know that it’s there.
rel
May 18, 2008 at 2:00 pm
chills
May 18, 2008 at 11:32 pm
Your poems focus so well. There is no guessing when reading your words. Bitter-sweet.
Peace,
May 20, 2008 at 11:40 am
yea, i know who you are and what you are about
May 21, 2008 at 5:10 pm
an excellent description of depression…