The true monster lies within my head.
I know damn well that it wants me dead.
I feel as though I’m dangling from a single thread.
Sleep has never really been my thing…
I can’t feel joy whether if I write, dance, or sing.
I don’t want to answer the phone when it rings.
It’s ridiculous, no I’m ridiculous!
Take a good look at me.
What is it that you can see?
Maybe if you tell me the truth then you can set me free.
But I know it cannot be… the only one who can tell the truth is me.
(Don’t do this alone… HELP is within your reach)
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