People can say my life is easy,
Say I get everything I need,
That I get everything I want.
What people think is very different,
From what people know about me.
Dealing with depression is like going to the battlefield without a weapon.
Going to war with no way to defend yourself.
It’s a constant battle,
Just me against myself…
Being told and taught something
Then like a bomb exploding in front of you.
Boom! Boom!
Slowly thinking to myself,
What have I become?
This is not me.
I have fought so many years with this sickness,
That is black as the night at war.
My skin is peeling off my bones.
Layer by layer like a snake shedding
Going into this war got me to shed that horrible layer that I masked on