Monster
Here is a poem that was written from personal experience. I often feel thar depression is akin to the devil living under your bed and completely taking control of you.
“Monster”
You are the monster under my bed
That also lives in my head
Tormenting me is your favorite thing to do
I have tried to ignore you
But my mind cannot let go of you
You dig your nasty nails into my skin
Without a regret
I try to scream
But you immediately cover my mouth
Because running for cover is not allowed
You hold me down
And beat me until I can no longer breathe
I do not understand why you hate me
I have done nothing to invoke this feeling
Yet I feel like I am stuck on the ceiling
I cannot come down
You will do anything to destroy
My crown
You will not allow me to feel beauty
You do such a good job of masking it with your
Terrible ugliness
You are dragging me into the dark
With no way to escape your bark
I am stuck wondering why
Life is as big as the sky
But you have continued to leave
Me here to bow down to you and cry