Monsters In My Head

My depression’s part of me.

It’s sucking me dry,

Just like a leech.

It puts these horrid thoughts in my mind.

Like, Anaya go drink some bleach.

Or, Anaya go drown in that lake,

Down the street.

Or, Anaya go lay on the tracks,

So the train can turn your body,

Into dead meat.

I have learned that,

The monsters were never under my bed,

In fact, they all reside in my head.

In fact, they are telling me to go take those meds.

In fact, they are telling me,

I’d be better off,

Dead.

Author's Note

what do you guys think?