This post is a little different than how I normally write. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s familiar thoughts to those of us that fight depression. It’s a daily struggle, but we’ve got this. Here goes…
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
The words don’t come out
In quite the right way
I never seem to be enough
For the ones I truly love
I know that these thoughts aren’t mine
But depressions fucked me up
It tells me that I’m nothing
It tells me that I’m wrong
It tells me that I’m not enough
And that I’m not strong
It tells me that I shouldn’t live
It tells me I can’t hide
from the pain I fight inside my head
Even though I force a smile
I’m my own worst enemy
I tend to self destruct
The thoughts of worthlessness control
Every attempt to not fuck up
They look at me with big round eyes
Expect me not to cry
But my head tells me they’re better off
Without me by their side
I fight the darkness everyday
Most days I win the war
But the battles still continue on
I can only go so far
What if I’m not enough?
What if it’s right?
What if the people that I love
Want me to lose the fight?
It tells me that I’m nothing
It tells me that I’m wrong
It tells me that I’m not enough
And that I’m not strong
Now I make the voices stop
I finally know my worth
I fight like hell to hold them close
My strength has been unearthed.
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