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