This Monster Called Depression

by Sweet Disposition   Sep 17, 2007


This monster called depression,
On my strengthless body it feeds,
It makes me want to cut myself,
Just to see how much it bleeds

It crawls into my veins,
And slowly slithers up my arm,
Then it leaps into my ears,
As it begs for me to harm

It swallows all my happiness,
And drains my heart of hope,
Then it smashes at my inner strength,
And it chokes me with a rope

When this monster finally finishes me,
Don't you dare act in surprise!
I hope your conscience eats at you,
As you shower them with lies

You'll tell them that you never knew,
'But she seemed happy,' is what you'll say,
But you knew all along that this monster,
Was tearing at me this way

Now the monster may have ripped and scratched,
It may have stabbed so viciously,
But the one thing that truly tore my soul,
Was knowing that unlike you, it wanted me.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Kittens Poems

    Very good

  • 15 years ago

    by Bradley Peter

    This was another well written piece. I’m sure I’m not the first to say this, but I liked how you gave ‘depression’ its own identity. Making it a creature. I loved the wording in this piece. At first, the tone was a quiet, informed, confident one, but in the last three stanzas, it turned to a more ‘in your face’ aggressive one, well, at least it was to me. Another good piece.

    Brad

  • 16 years ago

    by WaitAutumn

    Oooooooooo lol im ended up commenting all your poems!!! i luv them =P

  • 16 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Unlike you it wanted me.....that is so sad!
    You made a very sad but beautiful poem.

    Take care,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 16 years ago

    by shannon

    Wow this is a very deep poem
    i really like it
    i know how depression is
    ive had it...
    but i give this a 5
    *SHan

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