Depression

A secret fear in my eyes

An unknown fear of mine

So bright and captivating

Brings my soul in a trap

A trap so sweet it never returns

A trap so bitter it’s enchanting

The clock ticks life away

My soul is inside and I’m empty

You see a grave in my eyes now

I disposed of fear and now I’m dead

I’m empty, lifeless, and I don’t care

I’ve always been dead

My smile is like a sin

Committed yet hidden

It’s disgusting and vile

Depression depressing depression

Depression depressing depression

The devil I speak of was never a devil

It was a mere person

A person who I blamed for all my faults

He’s dead now in my heart , my body, and my soul

Now I sound like a broken record

When I used to be a free spirit

A free being, a cheerful person

Now that’s a memory

A hated memory

I must forget the possibilities

I must forget the memories

I must forget the pain

I must the death

The death that drove me to this being

In my sleep, in the day, in the night

I’m nothing, I’m no one, I’m invisible

This being that fells but does not speak

This being that lies but does not see truth

This being that’s tearing me apart

This being that’s depression

A/N: Yeah…I was a strange little girl living in my own little world…that never consisted of happiness….this is an extremely old poem. I wrote this when I was a mere young ‘un of 10 or 11 years old…woo glad that phase is over…I’ve gone onto a much darker phase…don’t be afraid! Gosh, I don’t think normal 10/11 year olds write this kind of stuff. Oh well.