The beast
For the depressed
How can there be so many people around me me, yet not one can hear my cries for mercy. I’m wounded and injured. The only thing I have left is to scream for help, but no help seems to find it’s way to me. I continue to lay on the cold rocky ground. I just lay here bleeding and having the only thing that can see and hear me, devour me. I can’t fight back. I’m weak and paralyzed to the very bone. The beast is ripping me to shreds but I can’t lift even one limb to make an escape. I’m broken, the monster has taken me captive, taken advantage. It has me locked in it’s forceful hold and shows no sign of releasing. The uncontrollable beast is relentless and vile. It pulled me down, when I was already falling. My screams for help are muted by the merciless and vicious monster who is destroying everything I’ve tried so hard to protect...
03/01/2014-
This poem was written about how depression has such a tight hold on it's host and how the victim sees no sign of it letting up. When you have depression you feel trapped in your own body in a way. And you feel as though there is a monster inside of you just picking you apart limb from limb. Depression is not an easy thing, it's extremely painful. And even at times you think nobody cares, yet people do but they may not fully understand how to help... It's a pretty twisted thing and I'm sorry for anyone who has to experience it..
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