Sometimes the most harmful monsters are the ones within.

Gnawing on the inside.

Trying to escape.

Clenching my heart;

desperately climbing to freedoms gate.


This monster on the inside,

black as the blackest charcoal,

triumphantly tries to disguise

itself as if it were made of gold.


This thing is so addicting

though, it is eating me alive.

Like a cancerous tumor

spreading to my mind.


Don't let him fool you;

your sad demon within.

Many people have died

due to this monster called depression.

Submitted: September 06, 2015

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