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- This Monster Known As Depression
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Every time I turn around and I feel like I am picking myself up off the ground, it comes along and knocks me back down, this monster known as depression.
The symbolism is correct. You can run and scream out and try to hide in the covers with them pulled over your eyes but it still finds you, this monster known as depression.
You can kick and punch and try to fight. You can do all you can and with all your might, till your arms are bruised and your legs are tired but its no use.
It cuts you to the core with talons and teeth and rend and rip and with strong hands that grip and all you can do is cry, this monster known as depression.
People try to tell you to get over it that there is nothing wrong with you but all you can think about is what it would feel to not hurt anymore, to not cry anymore, to not be scared anymore.
They do not see the red eyes and gleam in the darkness of your mind, the pain that the talons can cause as it grips you and pulls you in tight, the monster known as depression.
You may think I am talking of a ghost or a possession. Not and object or a thing but something that can drown you and kill your heart and crumble your mind and you may call it the devil but I call it depression.
I suffer on a daily basis with the fear, the tears, the pain and anguish. Wanting to stay in the bed with the covers pull over my head to hide from the terrible things that make my body ache and my spirit wain. Yes, I have this monster known as depression.
- COMMENTS
jaycoxover 8 years agoIt has been with me on and off for over 25 years. On meds, off meds, counseling, no counseling.self-talk, self-hypnosis, self correction. Back on meds again. I hear you, daughter, I hear your plea. Cry for me too.
