What am I?

Just a way to let my feelings out.

I am not an object, not an animal, nor a mineral.
Not something you can get an answer for in twenty questions, nor something
You can see written on my face.
I am the voice inside your head telling you "You can do it better than that."
I am the feeling in the pit of your stomach when your friends turn their backs on you
When you need them the most.
I am all the stars in the sky that you can't see, because
You are blinded by tears streaming down your cheeks.

I am nothing, yet I am everything.

I am what makes you pick up the razor blade, when just yesterday

You promised yourself you would never do it again.
I send a violent terror rushing through your veins when I am in motion,
But I make your whole body numb when I rest.
I prevent you from picking yourself up when you fall,
I am what scatters the pieces of your very existence,
What tampers with your fragile brain chemistry, changing your personnality
Entirely until the face in the mirror is someone unrecognizable.

I am what makes you groan when you wake up in the morning,
What makes you feel nothing during the day
And attacks you in your dreams, when you are most vulnerable.
I am what turns your whole world gray, what makes it seem
The Earth is still spinning while you are always standing still.
You are blind, mute, and deaf in my prescence,
Alone, you doubt yourself, not knowing what is happening to you.

I am the predator inside your mind
That is slowly killing you and that
Can't, won't, and never will be tamed.
I am the secret you have to keep,
For fear of being hurt again.
I am, in the words of those who have never felt my wrath,
Depression.

Reviews

[therisa]

Megan, your descriptive verses conveys the true feeling, which we all face during a bout of depression. How our values are turned upside-down, where death can seem to be the answer, to the pain, which grips us. As a person, who has dealt with depression for most of my life, this is what it feels like.

[Ashley]

wow!!