This depression has taken its toll
 Devoured the person I was
 Its roots spread out to all parts
 Of my body, mind and soul.

 Rotting my brain 
 Personality and mood
 It grows and grows like mold.

 It has taken plenty of friends
 Substituted them 
 For voices in my head.

 Alas I am overcome
 With pain and sorrows
 No sound escapes my throat
 Just a shell

 A castle stripped to its bones
 Hints of its former glory
 Crumbling walls and stones
 No time to tell that story. 

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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