“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. resistance is futile.

  2. This is so true…

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

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

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

  6. an excellent description of depression…

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