Silent Killer
depression starts inconspicuously
slowly creeping into thoughts, actions, words
gradually poisoning with suicidal thoughts
it happens over time
spiders creep in
entangling the butterflies in your stomach in a web of despair
because depression doesn’t have the courtesy to ring the doorbell
it creeps through the back entrance of your soul, its dark aura absorbing the light
if depression weren’t so surreptitious,
less would fall victims to it
because depression is the silent killer
he is the one who keeps us silent
it is he that forces out the ‘fine’ when someone asks how we are
it is he that keeps himself concealed so others don’t think we’re insane
it is he that tears us apart from the inside
and keeps us within his grasp
-e.g.
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