The Struggles

The struggles we see can be terrifying A physical force for which all can see Yet sometimes the struggles find their way in In a different form that no one can see When you’re young the monsters are under your bed As you get older you realise that they’ve moved to your head Their hissing, whispering chanting too Of a world which is devoid and doesn’t involve you They control your mood even happiness too Or should I say what’s left of it once they’ve gone and passed through And that’s relying on if you survive If you manage to struggle to stay alive At points of lowest you start to embrace The idea of death due to intense self hate For me I’ve been struggling for many years now This past year was better but now i’ve started to bow Thrown back into the world of depression I sit Kicking and screaming some days all I want to do is slit To start at the top and open all the way down Until my blood, my life force is all around