Depression
I often feel like
I am trapped in
my own head.
I yell and scream
for help, but
receive treatment
for a mental disorder
doctors deem unfit to survive.
They label me a threat
to society, a potential
destroyer of the earth.
But they fail to realize,
the hate growing within me,
for myself as I stare at the
blank white walls,
watching them turn red
as blood runs down my
forearms. I can hear the sirens
ringing in my ears, they are coming.
Before everything blacks out,
I see the devil smiling.
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