Emily E. Mehigan - Depression's Puppet

My Life,
It isn’t as it once was,
My soul,
Is twisted and black,
My heart,
Is pained and tormented,
My mind,
Is nothing at all.

Depression,
Has ruined,
My so-called life,
Has taken many friends away,
Depression,
Has left me empty and hollow,
With nothing,
To look forward to,
But nothing.

A hole,
Inside me,
And outside too,
Engulfing all in its path,
They scream,
The people who got sucked in,
They want you to save them,
But you can’t.

You won’t understand,
Unless you are there,
So don’t even try,
It will only cause pain,
The ones who suffer,
Are weak and not strong,
They need to be lifted up,
Out of this place.

But I will stay down,
I will not struggle,
Against my fate,
Against Depression,
For it holds my strings,
And makes my every move,
I don’t have to make one decision.

I cut just to feel,
I bleed just to live,
I cry to know I exist,
But none of it now,
Or ever will matter,
For I am a puppet.

So pull my strings,
Lead my life,
I haven’t the strength,
To do it myself,
Make me step,
Closer to the edge,
Drop me and let me fall down.

Depression,
My master,
Depression,
My keeper,
Pull my strings.

Emily E. Mehigan

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