It is a formless being, yet it takes many shapes
It is small they say, can be fixed,
But yet, it never fails to suffocate me in its dark realm.
It is medicine, medicine you need!
A therapist will surely please
And yet, I find myself
Still suffocated in this dark realm.
Poking, prodding, at the back of my mind,
A yellow fog just slowing the time
You're Worthless! It says
Just a waste of space!
And actions just help it grow,
At a steady,
Keeping it in, I’m all worn out
Not wanting to die, but not wanting help
I don’t want some pills, or therapy! I yell
I just want someone who I can tell
Then I see her, bright as day,
As she is threatening to take herself away.
No! I say to her and me,
I won’t let it happen! I won’t let you leave!
I try to act happy, I try to act fine
Please don’t tell them! Don’t waste their time!
Because I know in their heart, they don’t really care,
And to be truthful, I don’t think it’s fair
This formless being, who takes many shapes,
Closing in, taking up space
As I find myself crying,
I still don’t feel like dying,
I just now, find myself,
Even deeper still, In this dark realm.
Created: Apr 24, 2017whalehellothere Document Media