From oppression comes light

Depression is oppression , it’s a deadly hidden weapon defined by self hate.

It seals it’s prisoners fate, it holds you captive and throws away the key.

It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed, inflicting wounds that scar for life, destruction is it’s mother and death it’s wife.

You can cry but it will always ignore your screams, it terrorises your soul and haunts your dreams, it sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.

It destroys your goals and inflicts it’s will, you can’t run nor can you hide but it’s rules you will abide.

Until it celebrates that you have died, open your eyes or you will be it’s prey ,it will blur your vision in the most twisted way.

It will seek your destruction and call for your head, you lie and wait but never rest in your bed.

Peace will come to those who want peace but as long as you feed him you will see the beast, you can’t run nor can you hide but if you conquer the beast you will survive.

Prayer and hope can lead the way, cling on to every word you pray.

Hope is truth

Hate is in lies.

Pray for your soul and open your eyes.

The daily battle

It is the darkest place one can travel alone, a solo journey filled with struggles and groans.

Everyday is a new battle against the same foe but the enemy fights back with psychological blows.

It creeps up on you in your most vulnerable state, especially when there is no one round who can relate.

Thoughts in your mind begin to swirl and swell which drag you into your own subconscious hell.

Figment and entities from your past serve as the pain which you can’t outlast.

Finally sleep always comes as a welcomed friend but in the morning the ceaseless battle begins yet again.

Behind the mask

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain , hiding the tears that fall like rain.

Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but this ache in my soul rips at my gut.

My skin is on fire I burn from within, the calm on my face is an ongoing sin.

The world must stay out iv built up a wall my fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.

Loneliness consumes me it eats away the years until my life is swallowed by unending fears.

Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask and I care enough to remove it.

Is that too much to ask?

Scars

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made when I was so low I cut with a blade to punish my body for being a mess.

Through here is my testament I must confess that seeing these scars left on my arms,legs and chest.

Makes me realise I was in a place of no rest I feel guilty inside for leaving this token now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see that I survived so much trauma and now I am free.

So I ask you now to stand with me and fight to show all these demons what they’re doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad you are still alive and are no longer sad here on my arm lies a mark of survival I got through my hate and beat my self-rival

Darkness

You would never know it the constant pain I feel because in the light of day it almost isn’t real.

Sure I’ll play, I’ll laugh, I’ll sing some songs but that pain is always lurking because it’s been here all along.

And when the darkness comes with it’s all-consuming power it slowly takes my soul hour by dreadful hour.

But they tell me that I’m strong enough they swear that it gets better , they say “if you can just hold out and bear this stormy weather.”

They tell me “you will be happy one day all you need do is fight” but what they seem to forget is after each day comes a night.

And so I act along, I play my part while this crushing darkness slowly breaks my heart.

Demons

She stood on the bridge in silence and fear for the demons of darkness had driven her here

They cut her heart right out of her chest ,making her believe that they demons knew best.

They were always there sometimes just out of sight waiting in the background till the time was right.

These demons were destructive knocking down the life she knew, hating everything about her ,she hated herself too.

These demons can’t be seen but they’re far from fairy tales , they live inside your mind their evilness prevails.

So on the bridge she stood about to end the fight then she stopped and thought I’ll fight them one more night.

Silent screams

Can’t you hear my silent screams? They are so loud they echo in my dreams.

Behind this face that carries a smile lies a dark road that goes on mile after mile.

My silent screams have been going on for years but it always falls on so many deaf ears.

How can they hear these silent screams in my mind? They can’t hear my thoughts if I keep telling them I’m fine.

What can I tell them? These silent screams carry no words it’s just feeling of sadness and darkness that comes in herds.

How can I explain so people understand this? It’s like walking around in a suffocating black mist.

It’s holding on to happiness like holding water in your hands, it just trickles between your fingers and disappears into the sands.

I can’t explain how this feels it’s so extreme so I hold my mouth shut to cover my silent screams.

Depression is a monster

Depression is a monster that destroys both heart and soul , it tortures without mercy and consumes its victim whole.

It cripples and disables making life too hard to cope it can make each day a nightmare and leave a person without hope.

Some people feel this sadness from the time that they are young and believe that they are different and can’t be loved by anyone.

It’s reinforced by parents, too depressed themselves to care for that child they’re supposed to love but instead forget is there.

Depression can be nurtured through violence and neglect and fists used only to degrade and words used to reject.

It’s hidden in those bullies who torture and demean who use their words like weapons to destroy all self esteem.

It’s fuelled by those substances that are used to help escape from that endless pain depression brings and that unbearable heartache.

It can cause someone to just give up to lose all strength to fight ,it can annihilate one’s very soul and make them take their life.

Yes depression is a vulture that will make anyone its prey there is no one who deserves it and there is no one to blame.

We don’t need to make a judgment but we need to be aware that those who suffer need the world to care.

Broken wing

I feel like a bird with a broken wing damaged by all the bad I’ve seen. I want to fly away with you now and feel new things but I get frustrated I can’t yet so I let off steam

Sometimes I feel trapped up on a beam high above a crowded scene reluctant to move for I fear I’ll fall I know I can’t fly all the way yet so I stall

I make up excuses to change the focus I can’t stand my condition so I try and not let anyone notice.

I hide it inside like there’s nothing wrong but sometimes the list can get very long, please understand when it happens and just sit with me here, sometimes I will need you to dry my tears.

Stay by my side as I learn to glide help me one step at a time so we can finally fly