Off My Meds

I suffer with depression and anxiety, my thoughts never feel like my own. I constantly feel like the demon on my shoulder has grown enough to stand beside me, his claw on my shoulder as he whispers to

Not every poem here will be sappy
Not every poem here will be happy
Sometimes the world is crappy
Those days I may seem a bit snappy

I don't mean to snap ever in my life
Unfortunately it feels like eternal strife
Sadness is weakness best hidden by fight
Whilst alone I fight to keep from the knife

The whispers scream and taunt
Twisted memories return to haunt
Mistakes I've made they continue to flaunt
Chasing me to things I don't want

"Your wrists are clean and bare
You should have them show the pain you share
The mistakes made show and tell to beware
Of the girl who holds the illicit affair"

I try to ignore
Still they paint me a w***e
They strive for blood for gore
Their whispers rising to a hungry roar

"Your hair only paints you more of a s**t
Those messy locks that wave as you strut
Causing all their minds to turn to smut
You could change it all with a single cut"

I run from their words
Though I can never escape these mocking birds
They wish to rip me into thirds
For I am only one while they are herds

"Your body makes everyone stare
For your heart you think they actually care
When really they only wish your a*s to be bare
To them you're only a thing to wear"

Through all the words and whispers
I try my best not to whimper
It's harder and harder not to linger
When their words seem like a hook, line, and sinker

Author's Note

Always remember you are not alone and asking for help is not being weak!!

Reviews

[Michael Leon Wilson]

"Take no advice from those you do not envy"

[VitalianRose]

I dont quite understand