Depression

I thought I was a sociopath.

There was something missing in my mind,

No feelings, no time,

The tears that once created streams

were now damned by these things.

Just write.

These things crawling inside my mind,

breaking and binding my thoughts inside.

Just write.

With time they returned, these thoughts I once yearned,

the empathy sounded like a war cry as the tears broke their damns,

I screamed and lived and cried and laughed,

what was broken inside of me?

Just write. 

What was this darkness that protruded me?

The crippling feeling of don't move a muscle,

don't look them in the eyes 

in fear they'll see the blank return.

Just write. 

What would they think of a girl,

a pretty girl,

a smart girl,

who thought of herself as broken? 

Just write. 

The words flowing from pen to paper,

words I couldn't speak,

words that I could feel.

Short lines disguised the pain,

entering a world of description.

Just write.

Two words to tell oneself to make it through the night,

A freedom from the darkness,

the monster eating away inside.

Just write.