12-27-2013, 01:56 PM
The monsters run..
Tearing through my thoughts.
Turning a pleasant life into a personal Hell.
Their cries are deafening.
They block out every comfort;
Digging deeper into my mentality;
Finding new places in which to dwell.
Parasites of depression.
Parasites of Hell.
The monsters bring about everything that was once suppressed.
They take me down to the dark depths of my own personal Hell.
Tearing through my thoughts.
Turning a pleasant life into a personal Hell.
Their cries are deafening.
They block out every comfort;
Digging deeper into my mentality;
Finding new places in which to dwell.
Parasites of depression.
Parasites of Hell.
The monsters bring about everything that was once suppressed.
They take me down to the dark depths of my own personal Hell.
This is a poem that I wrote awhile ago.. But it fits how I am feeling so well right now. And I've been having so much trouble explaining this to my family. This poem will hopefully help.