It’s like this demon can access my brain, The happiness went and the demon came, He whispers little thoughts into my head, My memories like a book to be read, He makes me see him and her ******* in bed, Tells me how without her I’d rather be dead, So quickly I bite my arm to focus on the pain, And I tell myself I’m not insane, As I try to remember my own name, But I just slip back into my depressed reality, And I take a deep breath of normality, As I Fake a smile for formality, And laugh like the voice isn’t still screaming, Telling me my life has no meaning, Looking at the this **** world with no ******* feeling, Looking at this pathetic excuse of a life and just try to keep dreaming.
I think this poem could help a lot of people, it’s the best I’ve ever wrote because of how relatable it is for people who suffer from depression. I hope it’ll help