My own personal hell
Undefined by atheists
Depression settles in like an old friend
An ever-lasting cloud of hurt
Sinking right into my pores
But to others?
An unwanted one.
It was my monster
It took me and held me like no one else
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
"You deserve this pain."
"What's there to lose?"
Oh the phrases and sayings felt true
They were comfort
Bring down my mental illness to something hypothetical
Because to others, it does not exist out of my head
But it was impractical right?
It raged on my life with a never-ending vengeance
"Bleed one more time."
"Whos going to notice?"
The outside had to match the inside
So people know I'm hurting
But then what does that make me?
An attention seeker?
A pick me?
I just don't want to feel this hurt anymore.