Battling a war inside my own head,
Voices and pain screamed, whispered, somehow said.
The all say the same thing, “You’re useless, no good,”
And they keep on, even though I understood.
I’m starting to except that depression is a bitch,
Even if you heal, it will always be there, like an irritable itch.
A fire has spread inside my body, burning me up,
Killing my heart, killing any love.
I’m living in a shell with no soul,
Inside, I’m dead and cold.
A heartless beast reigns in me,
Drowning in depression in the form of a sea.
I’ve lost myself, if I was ever there,
Dying in the cold, somewhere out there.
So far away, slowly freezing forever,
Coming back to me, never.
A Broken Shell, bury me alive,
I’m breathing, but bleeding forever inside.
I’m surviving, not living, they’re not the same,
I’m dead where you can’t see me, a shell filled with self hate.
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