The Battle With Depression
I feel unwanted feelings creeping up on me
Soon I will be drowning
Sorrow
Fear
Anger
Jealousy
Isolation
Despair
Depression thrives on these emotions
As I fight to break through to the surface
Depression wraps her deathly cold fingers around me and pulls me further away from the light shining on the surface
So I take up a blade and cuts her
The amount of cuts depends on how strong Depression is
Sometimes it takes only one or two cuts for her to release her grip for a short time
Other times she will be covered in cuts
After the release I break through the surface
….…
I put away my blade
And tend my wounds
With one last glances at the girl in the mirror
One last glance at the girl with barely a flicker of light in her eyes
One last glance before I put on my mask to hide my battles with a smile
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