My Enemy.

Let me explain,

It’s not you,

… It’s me.

I swear,

I’m sorry,

Oh no,

Don’t cry,

Oh Please,

Hon-ey.

I just can’t do this,

But see,

I won’t miss,

This.

It’s much easier,

For me,

When you leave,

Your bite.

It’s venomous,

You block,

My thoughts,

Over power me,

It’s not healthy,

It’s addictive,

Pulls me down,

Further,

And further,

Till I see,

No light,

Wrapping around me,

Tightening,

Squeezing,

Suffocating,

Killing me,

Can I break free?

Let me explain,

It’s not you,

… It’s me.

I swear,

I’m sorry,

Oh no,

Don’t cry,

Oh Please,

Hon-ey.

You snake,

You lie,

You trick me,

Make me think,

That there is,

Something wrong,

With me,

I don’t,

Like you.

Never have,

I’ve been,

Oblivious,

To you,

But not anymore,

I want you,

Out,

Now.

Let me explain,

It’s not you,

… It’s me.

I swear,

I’m sorry,

Oh no,

Don’t cry,

Oh Please,

Hon-ey.

I like the light,

So much better,

Then the dark,

I’ve got a taste,

Of bliss,

Of happiness,

And you,

My friend,

My depression,

Are now,

My enemy,

Let me explain,

It’s not you,

… It’s me.

I swear,

I’m sorry,

Oh no,

Don’t cry,

Oh Please,

Hon-ey.

 

I am free.

Reviews

[Enigma]

This poem is heart wrenching and certainly intoxicating in the sense of what it portrays and how it's been written out. I love how it kept me interested as it progressed. Each line was either striking,.or building up to a striking moment like a thunder storm. Definitely a favorite because it's something I can heavily relate too.

[Poetic Beauty]

Depression comes in many forms and makes us feel differently. It can interrupt our lives in many different forms. This feeling isn't a good one and it is within ourselves, only for us to battle alone.

[PaperLife]

This poem is a little intoxicating and the form makes it more so. I love this. The repetitive reply adds something to it. Your words fake the pinnacle of death and then begin again and over. Like waves of the sea coming in to take it all away but receding back at the last hopeful instance. To forget. You have this way of presenting every moment like a sudden scream into the life of this poem. It's wonderful. I absolutely love it. Your words, in each one has its own form of poetry buried inside. Wonderful. Perfect. I love it. Like I said before your poem is almost intoxicating. Like maybe i'll drown in every word and the sickening ups and downs it becomes flavored with. And then as you begin to waste away inside your words the last 3 words come and you're drawn back out. I too, am free. Well done.